A Good Name - Part 2

So I took a week off after another relentlessly busy summer at work.  After a few days sitting by a campfire in Pigeon Forge, I came home to a house that could only be described as a disaster.  Cleaning and reorganizing was the name of the game this week.  After weeding out my clothes that no longer fit, I decided to take on the two rooms downstairs where many of my Estate Sale finds get tossed until I can find a new home for them.  After three days, I think I've got it back into some sort of order.

Last year I purchased the contents of half of a room.  I know that sounds bizarre, but at an auction some unusual things can happen.  The room was sort of a catch-all for videos, CDs, albums, photos frames, etc.  It was the last room of the auction, so the big buyers were no longer in the game.  My daughter wanted the Disney videos, so I was going to try for them.  I set my limit at $5 for the box of videos.  Apparently the auctioneer was ready to be done for the day, so after selling the audio equipment he looked around and said we would bid on the rest of the room as one.  What?  There were boxes of stuff, but I decided to go for it.  I had the highest bid at $12.  My dad just shook his head because now we had to clear the contents of the room.  I stuffed my car and his truck.

I went through a lot of the boxes during the next few weeks.  Much of it was tossed or taken to Goodwill.  I did keep the videos, CDs and the photo frames, but what struck me was the number of personal family photos still in the frames.  Then I made another discovery.  In a small box, tucked in with the frames, I uncovered a stash of snapshots of a young family.  A newborn, his youth, his graduation from the Naval Academy, his wedding and his young family.  I didn't know these people.  I didn't know how to find them.  I set it all aside for another day.  That day came this week.  I went through the photos again trying to piece together who they were.  I found his name and his wife's name.  I got on the internet and used the White Pages to search for his name.  There were too many.  I searched for her name and because it was an unusual spelling, there was only one in the whole U.S.

On Friday I placed a call to Virginia Beach, VA and left a message about the photos along with my phone number. I got a call back late that afternoon. I told him the story. It was him. That was his Mom's house. He asked how I found him. I told him it was his wife's name.

Ecclesiastes 7:1a  A good name is better than precious ointment.

I'm shipping the box of photos to him this week. He will soon get to go through the photos that were so precious to his mom.  It makes my heart smile.