Speak memory

The final gifts from my troubled mother. "Tea chest" or blanket box. From Tory's estate I believe. Or perhaps Gwennie's. Camphor wood's distinctive scent. I need time with my memories. Yes I miss someone who was part of this for decades. I'm going into a period of wistfulness and dis-ease. But with acceptance I think it will turn into something sweet. I'm concentrating (distracting) on deliberate intentionality in these difficult days.
I wonder where this box came from. It's probably a century old. An actual antique.