Box of Memories

I have been looking for my Great-Uncle Leonard's wedding ring.
I know I had it back before the trip to Canada, but 7 surgeries wiped any memory of it from my mind!
Where the heck could I have put it?

I thought it was in my safety-deposit box. but no.
Perhaps in my keepsake box?  But no again!
Out of ideas!

Somewhere in this house ... sigh

But, I did go through my box:
Cards from my grandchildren.
Little notes from my children.
A thank you from my youngest for having adopted her ....

A thank you, from the SHE, for not having been like every other male.
In the end, she never understood.
Her worldview was too far from my reality.
What do I know now, other than sorrow?
Thanks for nothing amnesia!
(you will have to know your H Rider Haggard,to understand!)

School pictures.
All of my report cards.
(yeah, well,  they said it  all!)
The map from my canoe trip into Canada, longest taken in 650 years!
All of the newspaper articles.

The target from the first time I ever shot a rifle.
Awards for school attendance.
Old passports with the "NATO Death Stamp" - " not allowed within 70 miles of a communist  border!"
Funny photos which will never appear here!

A letter from a friend in high school.
Who just now popped into town as I was writing this!
I have NO memory of him.
What-so-ever!
So it will be interesting to see what "pops" loose in my mind!
(and i now have my first fiancee's name, thanks to the letter!  yeah, really old! 1974!)

In fact, I would guess than my memories are now solid through age 12 only!