I have something I want to give away and have a place to give it to……but nobody seems to want it.

Well, it’s upside down but you get the idea. When my father was a young 18-year-old in Ashley, Illinois, he worked as a cook in the local Greyhound Bus Station. Apparently they gave him this gold pin in 1939. Yes, I could keep it, but I thought “is there a Greyhound Museum? They might like this artifact for their museum.”  And yes, there is, in Hibbing, Minnesota. They don’t have an email and they don’t answer their phone.

What would YOU do with a tangible little piece of family history??? That was such a teeny-tiny part of my father’s life.