Rebecca approached me today and asked where she might find the boxes from Christmas. "The empty boxes, you mean?" I asked. "They've all been recycled." She looked disappointed, so I pointed out a deep FedEx box by the back door, suggesting she use that. "No thanks, that is the wrong size," she said. "I am planning to make a suitcase to go on adventure."
"Oh," I said, "I think I might be able to help you with that." Moments later, I returned from the garage with this old green suitcase behind my back. I had picked it up at a yard sale at least a year ago, thinking it might be fun for storing paper dolls. It seemed to cry out "Rebecca" to me when I saw it at the store--mysterious, useful, interesting, and covered in stickers from foreign lands. I knew that she would love it, but never got around to giving it to her.
She was completely thrilled and amazed by it.
Her two fellow travelers were still in pajamas, but they were ready to go and out the door in five minutes.
This sticker shows the name of the original owner, "Mary Mollo," who took a trip to Europe long ago. Another sticker on the front of the suitcase sets the return date for the journey as September 28, 1954.
Stops were made in Rome, France and Germany.
Rebecca packed all the necessities--two small walkie talkies, a bit of pocket money, a portable microscope, a key to morse code, her pink jump rope, an adventure notebook, a copy of Treasure Island, and two antique volumes on exploration and adventure.
The three adventurers were outside all morning and would be there still if there wasn't a birthday party to attend this afternoon. It would be difficult for me to express my delight in having had an interesting suitcase hidden in the garage exactly when my little girl would be yearning for a suitcase. These are the times I want to remember always.