The Purple Violet Box was a very special piece of everyday life for Grandma, Kristina and myself. We would pass this little box( actually a violet soap box) back and forth between us filled with little treasures. Sometimes a quarter, some candy, a photo, a pencil, a small toy...whatever it was, it was an instant treasure. Always with great meaning to all three of us...another good memory. By Sandra.
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