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Getting ready for Hurricane Florence has made me, once again, really look at things and decide which are important enough to try to save. Every time we have a hurricane warning (and we've had many over the years), I start packing up things that couldn't be replaced if we were flooded or winds destroyed our home. Of course, I pack the usuals like photo albums. Does anyone even have those anymore? Most of my more recent photos are on my phone or desk top computer, but these are pictures that we no longer have the negatives for (yes, I'm old) and couldn't get another copy. That's one reason I take pictures of pictures. I pack up my favorite dolls from my collection. Like my doll that I made years ago that looks sort of like our daughter, complete with black curls and a few little freckles on her cheeks. I dressed the doll in the dress I made for our daughter on her first birthday. I also carefully wrap my china head doll, Belle Randolph. She belonged to my great grandmother in Illinois in 1873. Then I pack up Meg, a Little Women doll and Frenchie, a French reproduction doll, both from my husband. I'm fond of the rest of my dolls, but those are the most important ones. Of course, my NIV Bible that my husband gave me many years ago is included, but at the last minute so I can still have it out to read. My journals go into the bag...I'm hoping our kids and grandkids will want those when I'm gone. The last bag that will go in the safe (the others are too big) is my husband's wedding ring (it's too small for him now!), the gold Amethyst ring that my Grannie left me, and a pair of wolf earrings that our grandson Nathan brought me from a Boy Scout retreat in the mountains. So, none of those are valuable as far as the price of them goes. But they're priceless to me. Edit: The photo above is my Grannie holding my mother. You would think they were wealthy from the photo, but they were actually rather poor. The clothes were probably borrowed, but I love the photo.