We found a small wooden box with a few newspaper clippings Mom had saved.
There were three notices of her dance recitals. As a young woman she was a member of a modern dance troupe, but turned down an offer by Martha Graham to dance professionally since it would have meant leaving college.
There was a neatly trimmed notice of her marriage to my father.
And her own father’s obituary, torn out by hand and carefully folded in half.