Grandma's Shell

My Grandma's shell. She may have picked it up on the beach in Puerto Rico when Grandpa was stationed there. Or a gift shop, It sat on it's shelf with dozens of other memories gathered up in a life time. It was there when she cooked breakfast, watched Walter Cronkite and hugged us when we showed up to visit. Like Grandma, we took it for granted. It was just there. It didn't matter that a creature created it, there were dozens to find on the beach back then. Now you don't find many shells when you visit the beach. Like a lot of things, shells are becoming rare. Wonder if they ever had shells on Mars?