My Big Nutshell: True love ascends everything: A story for Valentines Day

On the weekend I needed to get out of the house, so I took a drive around the area and came across a kerbside clean up. In my quest for turning the fibro establishment into the fibro majestic I've been after an old style suitcase. It must have been my lucky day because I did find a cute cardboard one with rusted clips and lots of character.

When I went to pick it up I heard some clunks and clinks.

At my ripening age I can still imagine I am one of the Famous 5, and what unravels will be a huge adventure. What I found instead was a story of love and a story of sadness.

Inside the case were the simple personal treasures of Harold and Mona. Someone had left this special case out on the kerb for an unknown future possibly to be taken or crushed within a garbage truck.

The first thing that caught my eye was the beautiful penmanship of Harold. His writing on the back of a very aged photo of his wife.

I wondered if Harold had written this so over the years people would know that this was his Mona? Did he think the photo he so regarded was going to be so immensely disregarded like garbage that holds no meaning or depth? Bundled up with other relics that served no modern purpose, but instead spoke with orchestral notes of love and companionship that is lacking in today's society. How could these treasures be treated so recklessly?

I know the owners names are Harold and Mona, because of the small little notes found amongst what they held precious. These included a fountain and ink pen kept lovingly in its case with the birthday wishes imprinted from Mona to Harold. Two medals given by Parramatta Council for the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II dating 65 years ago. Half pennys from 1903 and 1910 and a bunch of other coins I mused if held meaning for the birth years of family. Who will ever know now? Art-deco brooches, a silver heart with a ruby or garnet, Mona's delicate watches, she must have had a tiny frame.

Mr Nutshell was slightly unimpressed as I walked inside with the case. After I showed him the contents and we made a mental picture of who Harold and Mona were, I knew he also thought these relics must be held with respect.

The moral of the story is that true love ascends everything.

I am sure Harold and Mona are together in heaven united in love like the day they first met. I'll look after their simple treasures as I am sure they would want someone to. It's not in the value, it is truly in the meaning and that, like love in your heart and your life, is priceless.

Happy Valentines Day to all the lovers.

I'm coming out of 'no-time-to-blog' especially for Jess because she is my little spoon!!