tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090117877056090522.post4812946035935522419..comments2023-10-24T09:57:36.867-04:00Comments on Adventures in the Anderl House...: The missing boxKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07190268133032692769noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090117877056090522.post-65726972723743585202012-10-25T14:14:12.964-04:002012-10-25T14:14:12.964-04:00I was just reading some of your old blogs, and I c...I was just reading some of your old blogs, and I came upon one about a box of missing "treasures." My father was in the army until I graduated from high school, so every time we moved we (our parents) gave away things we had outgrown. The most important of those things, though was when we were evacuated out of Trieste, Italy. Our mother had put a box of our treasured stuffed animals on a shelf in the closet, and my beloved white monkey (I was 4) was in it. That's was the most glaring item I can remember. During most of the rest of our moves, we were able to get things from point A to point B. I think Mother was more cautious after that move. The only other things that mattered were the friends we had to leave behind. You learn to make friends fast, but when they're gone, you don't work too hard to reconnect. I've made it my personal goal to correct that trait. BTW, did you ever get your box back? I have visions of someone reading your blog and saying, so THAT's where all of those things belong.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06595872459564074942noreply@blogger.com