Today is warmer than yesterday with a high of 57°. Partly cloudy is the forecast. When I woke up, the sky was all clouds, but right now, I can see a glimpse of blue and some light trying to break through the clouds. It might just turn out to be a spring day.

Lately, I have been into jigsaw puzzles. 500 pieces is just a perfect size for my table. A new one came yesterday, an Easter puzzle with eggs, chocolate and peeps. I ended up buying a few peeps after starting this puzzle. They are open and on shelves so they can get hard. 

When I was a kid, I never counted the days until Easter. That was only a Christmas thing. We’d get new clothes and the Easter Bunny would leave a basket, the only festivities to celebrate the day. 

One Christmas, when I was in high school, I got a bulletin board with pink fabric instead of cork. I hung it over my door. On it I put paper memories like tickets, letters, pictures and some invitations. I always kept it current. When I lived in Ghana, my parents moved. They brought along my bulletin board still covered with my memories. When I got home, I took it with me to the cape. Somewhere along the line I had to replace the pink board. Old age had taken its toll.

I still have a bulletin board in my den. The middle is cork. It is really old. It is covered with all different memories. A sloth calendar hangs from the cork. Hanging off the corners are lanyard name tags from different events, a lei, a Mardi Gras mask and some green St. Patrick’s Day necklaces. I hung a few things on it from my time in Ghana. I have an invitation from the governor of the Upper Region where I lived to a cocktail party at his house in 1969. I always got invited. I never understood why. I have a luggage tag for Ghana Airways and the front of a Ghana Tree chocolate bar celebrating the second republic dated 1969. I have some pins, a Peace Corps cloth decoration and an invitation to the 50th anniversary of Peace Corps Ghana in 2011, my first trip back. I don’t keep this bulletin board too current, not from disinterest but more from lack of stuff to hang. I rearrange things which I enjoy doing. I get to remember when I hold each piece. 

Back when I got that first board, I never realized how important a bulletin board could be. Now, I know. Each board is a repository of memories of people and places and most especially of my life across time. 

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