I found this old box when I was sorting through the things I’d saved during the major clean-out of the house. Alas, the holster is gone, but the box is in good shape. Come to think of it, it was probably my cousin Kenny’s. How did he end up with the holster, and I with the box? Or maybe it was mine–when I was 4 and 5, I had a little cowboy hat I never liked to take off, even to sleep, so maybe the holster was mine . . . to complete the outfit!
Inside the box, what I did find were letters and vintage kids’ birthday cards from the early 60s. The cards are cute — and probably somebody somewhere collects them — but I can’t save everything without becoming . . . my parents!