Touching the charm on my gold chain takes me back to New York City where our son and daughter bought this special Mother’s Day gift.
Glancing at an old oval framed picture of my great great grandparents stirs memories about my heritage.
Listening to a John Philip Sousa patriotic march reminds me of a childhood trip to Washington D.C. where we sat on the Capitol steps and listened to the Marine Band.
The icy, sweet taste of coconut ice cream floods me with memories of visits to Puerto Rico.
These are just a few of my treasures that will last forever. Join me in my blog to see how I journal a memory and then place it on a scrapbook page.