Inside there was a knitted hat, cream, about the size of an orange, made by somebody in a church group in Sun Prairie who I have since found and written to.

A small sealed envelope with a lock of dark hair in it.

Four photographs.

A length of ribbon with a length marked on it in pen.

And a card.

Heavy paper, folded once, with two footprints on the front in dark blue ink, very small, the toes not fully separated the way they are.

Under the footprints, printed in a careful hand:

Linus Renfrew