When I choose the word JOY for the year my thoughts were to make a focus of finding JOY in everything. I did not realize that JOY would find me…
I love going to estate and yard sales, also I love finding Thrift shops. It is a passion that was started in the 2nd grade. Mother and I attended a PTA meeting that was also a fundraiser. There I fell in love with and purchase a glass candle holder for a nickle, been hooked ever since. I still have the candle holder and it has a mate that mother found years ago…….sorry I side tracked. Anyway yesterday I visited an estate sale. I only purchase few little things. Some blue lace, few old photos and two old journals that was mostly blank pages ( I was more interested in the aged paper). To my surprise those two journals were University of Florida (UF) class assignments of a young Armenian man in the 1920′s. He wrote of his life before coming to the USA.
Armenia
The recapture was so sad and I wonder why he only wrote of that topic. This morning it came to me, that sad life of war was what he had grown up in and yet there was still a message of hope in his writing. I am not sure what I will do with these writting but feel that some how they should be presevered. Monday when I go back to work at UF I’m going to do some research.
So what is the JOY of finding something so sad. For me it reminds me of how lucky my family has been through the ages and the institution that I have worked at for 20 years is more that education and research but also give people a new life.
Thank you for visiting and stay tune to future discoveries of JOY.
