I loved this story of the son of an English war bride who dropped a photo of his mom together with a note and a travel bug, into a cache in Missouri. The travel bug had a mission to reach his mom’s family near Nottingham in England, where she had been brought up prior to moving to the US in 1946. This resonated with me because my mom was a war bride from Nottingham too. She was only 17 when she met and married my dad in 1944. After the end of the war, he came back to Canada and it wasn’t until 18 months later that she made the trip on the SS Queen Mary – with a daughter my father had never seen. They were happily married for 51 years.
This is what is so great about geocaching and the community that enjoys the game. My ice cube travel bug is now in Tasmania, but with its mission to make it’s way back to the frozen north, it’s got a long way to go.
I’d love to hear more stories like this. What a great collection that would make.
