Each year, plans are made to get the family together for the annual Treasure Hunt. We load up the cars with tables, food, and beverages, driving to the destination. The secret spot began 37 years ago. Our parents spread the food out on rocks and told us we were starting a tradition. The treasure box at the time was a blue and white first aid kit, small. Dad marked a silver dollar with the year, put it in the box and we buried it for the following year.
Throughout the years, we’ve continued the tradition, the box is definitly larger. We set up shop, eating our lunch, enjoying the warmth of the sun and watching the new generation of children play tag or hide and seek. My dad will announce, “it’s time to unearth the box,” and the children and a few adults run to the hidden spot, carefully bringing the box to the table.
Part of the treasure….
The contents are displayed, while some gather around and others keep an eye on the children. There are dreams of now grown adults, written when they were in 2nd grade, photos of my father-in-law Russ and Grandma Bolmida who have since passed on both bringing laughter and tears.
This year I watched my dad sit back and enjoy the family going through the contents. My mom carefully wrappping the contents in plastic baggies to prevent the moisture coming through. I know their hearts are exploding with happiness as I’m sure all of ours is too.
My dad and my grandson…
It’s time to bury the treasure again, the children with a few adults supervise and it’s called out, “Who will remember where this is next year?”
We go for one more small walk, some of the men sitting on rocks talking about life and the rest walking behind the kids and grandchildren who will one time be doing the same with their families.
This is a tradition five generations have shared, Russ/Bolmida, my parents, brothers and family, my own family and our grandchildren.
My son and girlfriend
My mom, my son and my grandson…
That’s our Treasure Hunt Tradition, I so much love…hoping it inspires others out there, to begin traditions of their own