By far, “The Littlest Angel,” by Bing Crosby…
In 2012 I decided to build ‘little boxes’ for all the kids; my kids and the grand kids. I was very meticulous in choosing a special wood for a special kid.
When I finished them I decided to add something ‘of mine’ to each box, something I treasured. Each ‘kid’ got something different.
In Beth’s box I put one of the gloves I wore on my last flight in the Air Force: Keith’s I put my wings – the wings I earned at graduation from pilot training. (They are ‘broken’ because of the legend – if they are broken on the ground, they can never be broken in the air).
Over this summer I decided to build a box for myself. I chose ‘barn wood’ for mine. And this is it this evening, 24 December 2014:
In it I have a few pictures, of my grandmother and my kids. Then there are a few patches I wore at one time or another: my UPT (Undergraduate Pilot Training) class patch, a PIT (Pilot Instructor Training) patch and a T-38 3,000 hour patch. Then there’s a flying glove I once wore and a set of my wings. On the glove you can see a “Gold Key.” This was on my UPT parachute and used to initiate the parachute deployment in the event I was rendered unconscious during ejection. And in front you can see the watch my Grandfather gave me when I turned 12 and a “BratPin.”
If I were to meet the Lord this evening, this is what I would take to Him…
thats Awesome! And a GREAT idea.
Merry Christmas Bob!!