Among them old postcards and letters I wrote, in a folder labeled ANNE. The ones from when I was a teenager in Europe writing home are simply cringe-worthy, but later ones from after David and I moved to Monterey are quite interesting. Oh, that's what I was doing then! And clearly, since I was writing my mother, it was stuff other than what I'd squirrel away in a journal. (Which today also read as cringe-worthy, for different reasons.)
I also gleaned that the house my family was living in when I was born was one that my parents had had built! From a kit, so to speak: style no. 402. I had no idea. It makes me all the more sad my mother died before we built this house. She would have had vicarious pleasure reliving her own experience. (And probably sharing her lessons learned, which would not have applied anymore.) But today, it makes me happy to think of her going through a similar process, making similar decisions, dreaming about life in a brand-new house.
Though it also makes me wonder why they moved again. I wonder if my brother knows.
Since I like to document stuff rather than keep it (though I will probably keep these files for a while, and cull them again eventually), I took a few photos of my finds today.
|I was captivated by the IRS stamps here. $3.95. This deed|
has to do with the house my parents built on Hanley Lane,
Crestwood Hills, Los Angeles, in 1949 or 1950.
|Stamps of postcards I sent during my tenth-grade year, when|
my parents left me in Germany. I vacationed in Austria,
Belgium (no postcards from there), and Finland.
|A photo my mother had of me in her papers. I remember that|
poster of Denmark. I had other travel posters besides.
And all the dolls. I was probably about fourteen here.