The Cedar Chest

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She thought she’d lost all connection to her father.

By Mary Frances Williams, Quincy, Florida
October, 2004

I sat up in bed and tried to clear my head. I 
dreamed I was visiting an older woman who said 
her name was Pearl. There in her living room was 
my old cedar chest. It had a sad history.

I hadn't laid eyes on that chest in more than 30 
years. I would have recognized it anywhere, 
though. The simple lines, the delicate hinges, 
the clear finish that protected the beauty of the wood.

My father came from a long line of woodworkers. 
They had a tradition of welcoming each new baby 
in the family with a handmade cedar chest. Dad's 
uncle had hewn the cedar and crafted the chest 
just for me. It stood at the foot of my bed, a 
constant reminder to me of how much I was loved.

Then my parents had a bitter divorce, and Dad 
took my brothers to live with him. He threw their 
clothes into the chest and carried it out the 
door. With it, it seemed, went my best childhood memories.

Come on, Frances, I told myself. Forget the dream. You've got to get to work.

I was a volunteer services coordinator, and I'd 
booked a gospel choir from out of town to perform 
at our local hospital. I got there early to greet 
the choir. The members filed in. I could hardly 
believe my eyes­there was the woman from my dream!

"This is going to sound odd," I said to her. "I 
had a dream last night...and you were in it."

She smiled. "Really?"

I couldn't resist asking, "Your name wouldn't be Pearl, would it?"

Her eyes widened. "My name is Pearl."

"I was visiting you. You had a small chest sitting in your living room...."

"What did it look like?" Her expression turned serious.

"Natural cedar. Simple. Small hinges. Beautiful, 
clear finish. My dad took it with him when he left my mother."

She touched my arm. "Was your dad Earnest?"

"How did you know?"

"Your father was my cousin. One day he came by 
and gave me the chest for safekeeping. I held on 
to it all these years. Now I know why."

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