Finally, it came to me – really, it was staring at me all along! Memory Mondays! Every Monday, I will share a memory of people, places, or events – who knows, maybe you’ll be featured in my memory! And maybe that memory will spark your memories and you’ll share them with the rest of us. No pressure. You’ll do it when you’re ready. Or when I go on summer hiatus.
Today’s Memory Monday kicks off The Week of Max although – ironically – there is no memory to share today.
There is just this. A box of chocolate. Not just any box of chocolate of course. It’s a Whitman’s Sampler – so you know it was good chocolate.
This is a 59 year old box of chocolate. Unless you’re prone to hoarding tendencies like me, why would someone save it for 59 years?
It’s not because of the chocolate, of course – all that is gone, the honey nougat, the mint marshmallow, the bitter sweet cocoanut having been eaten long, long ago.
So, what’s left in this box?
But they are memories of Max.
And that is why this box of chocolate has been saved for 59 years.
This week, we'll peek inside and uncover some of those memories - and maybe get to know Max just a little better.