I spent a couple hours sorting through the rest of the cards that I found in one of the boxes my mom sent me from my grandfather's house. I sent a lot of stuff to my brother, ditched a bunch, and I still have a small boxful.

It was quite the nostalgic adventure to sift through the cards. Most of them were from between 1967 (my birth year) and 1973. Some of the highlights:

    > A sheaf of note papers on which my Grandma had written a journal of my week-long visit in Washington DC.

    A bedtime story my dad wrote for me on hotel notepaper. Birth announcements for my brother and me. Also congratulatory notes and cards. Lots of subtle humor from my Grandpa. I know he just laughed to himself when he wrote to me about the "tit-mouse" he saw in the backyard. Postcards from my mom and dad's trip around the US & Mexico.

For all my desire to lighten my load and throw stuff away, I sure loved having the chance to look through these again.