The family bed comes home

imagesCAHTBWFH To some people, beds are actually heirlooms and prized possessions that carry sentimental value. In Hastings Star Gazette, there is an inspiring and beautiful story of a woman who has lost her bed from childhood in a garage sale, only to find it back into her own daughter’s room three decades later.

It’s quite unbelievable. It’s stuff bedtime stories are made of, in fact. I don’t even remember or have an attachment to the bed I grew up in. But this story is really cute and it will make you go “Awww…”

Excepts after the jump…

Kurle married her husband, Chuck, in 1975, and a year later they had their first boy, Charles. They moved to Hastings in 1978. Kurle decided to hold onto the bed in case their next child was a girl, but four years later the couple had another boy, Joseph, and Kurle decided it was time to sell the bed.

They had a garage sale, and sold the bed, hutch, desk and chair to a woman named Mary Jean Engstrom. Kurle was keeping a diary at the time and made a note of who the bed went to and the date of the sale – July 27, 1980. She’s not exactly sure what made her write that information down, but thinks the bedroom set was special enough to her to make note of who it was sold to.

“I do these things; it’s just me,” she said.

She never looked back at her diaries until this year when tragedy struck her family. Her mother died of breast cancer this year, and no one in her family even knew she had the disease.

“You just don’t realize these things can happen,” she said.

Kurle went back to her diaries to find out as much as she could about her mom. When paging through one, she came across the entry about the bed, the garage sale and Engstrom. She immediately thought of Jackie Engstrom, who she’d met around 2006 at Thrifty White Drug Store. Jackie was an employee there who’d helped Kurle with the Kodak photo machine, and the two had become friends. At the time, Jackie was about 20 years old.

She sent Jackie an e-mail asking her if she knew Mary Jean Engstrom, curious to find out what had happened to her old bedroom set.

She got this response: “OH, MY GOSH!!! My grandmother is Mary Jean Engstrom (my dad’s mom), and I grew up with that white canopy bed my entire childhood!”

The entire story is on Hastings Star Gazette.

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