The Old Treasure Chest

Each of us have an old treasure chest filled with stories, tales, secrets, memories, and experiences we've collected over the years. This blog is just that - stories of my travels, the people and the places. It's also stories about a boy and a son, a man and then a husband, a father and later on a grandfather.
As you can see in the picture I posted of an old treasure chest, I'm going to be taking out souvenirs and treasures and telling you the story behind them.

The Old Treasure Chest

                           

Imagine the old treasure chest made of planks of oak and walnut trees, covered with leather hides fastened down by grommeted brass corners and edges. This weathered chest by gusting winds, pelting rain and salt water, grating sand, dense humidity, and faded by the rays of the glaring sun. With the "key" we begin our journey by unlocking and removing the rusted iron lock, lifting the gritty latch; and as we lift the creaking lid the scent of cedar wood and dusty musk fill our senses.

Now, let the adventure begin . . . by the way, that reminds me of a story . . .