My Instead: My granddaughter Abbey and I prepared and buried a time capsule.
Way back in April, the
18th to be exact, my grandson Tyler and I prepared a time capsule
and then buried it in a wooded area back in my subdivision. We did a special surveillance
to remember the exact spot where we had planted it. It was a fun and memorable
time…forever captured! Now it was my granddaughter Abbey’s turn!
On this particular day after
painting at my son’s house, I suggested to Abbey that we have a girls’ night that
evening. On our drive back to my house, I asked Abbey if she would want to prepare
a time capsule and bury it, just like Tyler and I had done in April. Abbey,
being the adventurous gal that she is, was up for the challenge! When we got home,
we got busy. We had a lot on our agenda and only a couple of hours before her
mom would come to pick her up. We scrambled for paper to write up a little
something about our lives currently, then we rummaged around for a photo on my
computer to quickly print out on my printer. We found a trinket to add to the
treasure and then sealed everything into a zip-lock plastic bag. We put the baggie
into a plastic jar and wrote the date on the lid. We were ready to plant!
We drove to the area
where Tyler and I had visited over four months earlier. With flashlights, a shovel
and our precious time capsule in hand, we walked across the unmown lot to the
woods below. I was determined to bury this in the same area where Tyler and I
had buried ours…that way I would not have to remember two different places in
my old(er) age. To my disbelief and dismay, we discovered that the wooded “burial
ground” had been bulldozed and cleared out. It did not even look recognizable
from what I remembered last April. Abbey and I surveyed the area and could not
find the “heart stone” that Tyler and I used to mark our spot. Now what?
I was not going to make
the same mistake twice. Abbey and I grabbed our stuff and headed back to my
house. We hustled into my back yard and did the deed. Right when Abbey’s mom
arrived and was calling out her name, I was patting down the “grave” with my
shovel. We did it!
Abbey and I had prepared
and planted our time capsule in record time. Will she remember that night with
her grandma? Will her grandma remember that night? Is our bond a little bit
stronger? Well, I’m guessing that whatever came of that night is all good…so that’s
all that really matters, right?
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