On Friday I got to my mailbox to find that I had a package that was waiting for me inside he rental office, but b/c it was after-hours I was unable to retrieve it. So I thought about what it was, probably a shipment of my prescription medications. So I waited for my package until Tuesday (Monday being Labor Day), after I got off work to pick up my package, and as I am helping the agent look for my package, This very colorful package caught my eye.
And there it was, ZIEGLER. Caroline Ziegler to be exact. I saw the handwriting, and recognized it to be my uncle chris' handwriting. My Aunt died last year and Chris and i have kept loosely in touch, I've called him for random nursing advice *he became a nurse before I did. So I took the package back to the apt. Immediately got a razor blade. The wrapping was covered in packing tape, so I had my work cut out for me. After about 5 minutes... I got the package open, and just like my uncle, he recycles... So the box had many other memories and other people eagerly opening their package. When I opened it I saw a card immediately, opened it was was very, very confused. It said :Thought you could give these dogs a good home" inside the card read happy birthday and a 24 behind it. Passing the card, I found an antique letter.
Which I recognized to be my grandfather's wife. So I carefully opened the letter, trying not to disturb the already ripped envelope. Inside there was a apiece of parchment between to pieces of hard card stock. It was this:
Daughter's of the Confederacy, My Great, great grandmother Mullins. Who they though had come over on the Mayflower, because on the passenger list, there was a Mullins. My grandfather told me that my great, great grandmother immigrated here from Germany. Although it would be wonderfully awesome to think that my ancestors where on the Mayflower... they weren't. This is a wonderful keepsake, and I plan on keeping it. A little piece of history of America, just for me. 
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