Buried Treasure

I was moved to tears when I happened on a my father's WWII Japanese scrapbook. I had never seen it before. The album was in an old box labeled pictures that my Mom had given me months ago when she was emptying her storage unit. I hadn't had a chance to go through it, but today when Steve and I were pulling out the Christmas decorations I took a moment to pull back the box flaps...

The album is beautiful; hand painted images on the front and delicate green-flowered parchment in between each page. The images were wonderful. I was happy to see all the photos he took... a lot with him in them.

My papa is the fourth man on the right - 18 years old.