"This is my box..."

winner of previous post - Miguel. Answer was Ghandi. His is an amazing story of how someone can find their 'voice' and become a leader. In honor of Ghandi Miguel will receive some Indian tea.
Now for a new post. No quiz this time.
Three times now I have seen the operetta "Amahl and the Night Visitors" - a great Christmas story. One of the three wise men carries his 'box' and my favorite song in the entire production is his as he shows his box of things to the boy Amahl. He sings, "This is my box; This is my box; I never travel without my box."
Valerie has a favorite box here at our house, her box of hair ribbons and barrettes. So we started singing the song with her and she, of course, picked it up immediately. As is my custom, we have to change the words. So we put in others - "This is my bike, this is my bike...etc.
But NOW I have a box. However, this box is one that I cannot travel with. So again, I have to vary the lyrics of the song. "This is my box; this is my box; I cannot travel with this box."
My box? It is a huge bin that has in it my different photo albums, journals, newsarticles, etc. My memories and perhaps as you might say the story of my life and my family. I can't possibly take it to Bolivia, but it will be placed somewhere so that someday we can open it and remember. There is, by the way, the carefully and lovingly put together work that Grandma Coates produced, "As I Remember." I re-read that this week and I always discover some new piece of the puzzle that is the Coates/Clayton family. In going through our things I do know that one of
my children did not take with them their copy that Grandma gave them on Christmas and so I have it. Please let me know if that is you and I'll get it to you. It has some wonderful stories in it that I'm sure you won't want to lose.