The lightening

The load of the estate sale, 0f emptying the storage unit, and of distributing the leftover detritus of the sale is nearly over.  I feel a spring in my step, a bounce.  Now I can turn to other matters.  BUT...I had one thing yet to figure out.  My curiosity wouldn't let it go. Following my stop at the local jewelry store to determine what of mom's stuff was valuable and what wasn't, I was left with odds and ends, including a nearly one inch square ID tag, almost like a dogtag.  It read, "Geo. Mason. Hants County. N.S."  I figured this was something Mom must've picked up in a box at an auction.  The piece was very worn, the background design nearly obliterated with age. Where had this come from?

I typed "Geo. Mason. Hants County. N.S." into Google and came up with genealogy sites, one from Nova Scotia.  It listed a "George Mason" from Hants County.  So on a whim I emailed the site administrator and indicated I had this ID tag.  The site manager (Dick Terfry) wrote back that George Mason was one of his ancestors and that his own grandson, in fact, is named "George Mason."  So I sent a photo of the tag to Dick and tomorrow will send off the ID tag to Canada--to Nova Scotia.  Feel curiously thrilled over this.  Connecting with the past and those who've walked before us...an amazing warmth as my load lightens and I navigate ahead.