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Elsie’s Legacy
By Lois E. Wilson

I don’t know exactly when Mr. Buffington came into my life. I was a small child when I learned that he had loaned my parents money to buy our home after they lost their first one to the bank during the Great Depression.
 
He was tall and had one arm—the result of a work injury years before. He had left Ohio to live in Chicago with his daughter Elsie and her husband, Frederick Boe. At least once a year he came to stay with us and visit nearby relatives. While at our house, we played cards, talked, and shared stories. Our age difference of seventy years never mattered. He was my special friend.

The summer I was seven, my mother was recovering from major surgery. Mr. Buffington took me on the train to Chicago to stay with his family. Elsie and I had the bond of being only children. She gave me her collection of picture post cards from her courting days. Most were dated 1906 and were signed by several suitors.

Mr. Buffington and the Boes, who had no children, lived in the city in a condominium near the Midway which had become a part of the University of Chicago after the World’s Columbian Exposition. We spent hours in that park. They had no car so we walked, went by bus or train to museums, movies, the lakeshore, and to visit Illinois relatives. They treated me like a princess.

In her 80’s, Elsie found herself alone. She came to Ohio and lived at first in an apartment provided by my parents and then later with them in their home until she required the care given in a nursing home. When Elsie died, she left me a gold locket with photographs of her at a young age inside. The front was engraved with elaborate script initials “E.B.”. I didn’t know if Elsie had received it when she was Elsie Buffington or after marriage, Elsie Boe. I treasured the necklace and put it safely away.

Some years later, my oldest granddaughter Erika and her husband, both in their thirties, lost from health problems after 56 days of life their firstborn child. Their beautiful baby girl was never strong enough to go home with them from the hospital. Their grief wore heavy on their hearts.

Not long after, one day I was cleaning, saw the small box and opened it. There was the necklace with its graceful “E.B.”. I looked at the locket and the pictures of Elsie inside. Then it struck me. I had not thought of it before—Erika’s married surname began with the letter “B”. Hmm, “E.B.”—my granddaughter! Elsie’s legacy to us both! I sent the necklace off to Erika with its history. It was a story of the interconnected lives of people who loved and cared about each other. The necklace   is with its new owner—where I believe it was meant to be.

© 2016 Lois E. Wilson


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