After reading Lauren Peyton’s post from the Chapter One Reflection question about her mother’s hope chest, I could not help but think of my own. When I was fifteen my grandparents gave me a hand made cedar hope chest containing things I would need after graduation, typical housewares. The items inside the hope chest were replaceable items to get me started after leaving my parents home, but the chest is something I still use and cherish today.
After I took everything out to use in my first apartment, I began filling it up with treasures. It has been thirteen years since my chest was given to me and within those years I joined the military, moved out of the country twice, got married, and had a baby. My chest is half full of treasures from my wedding gown, my daughters little hospital ID bracelet, and even a stick of gum from Japan. No matter the size or perhaps insignificance to some, the things inside my hope chest hold memories for me and my family and we will continue to place items of our journey into the chest. Hopefully one day my daughter will think of my hope chest as Lauren has thought of her mother’s as an unchanging, fantastic chest filled with memories and laughter.
This is my first peer review posting.
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Very nice.
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