what's in his storage locker
my husband has a storage locker. and a goal to empty it by the end of april. that means our back porch is now a halfway house for many stacks of emotionally-charged boxes of long forgotten ancestral memorabilia, odds and ends. yesterday i helped him empty two musty cardboard containers filled with the remnants of his parents' and his grandparents' homes. this is some of the dusty loot we saved.
keys that now open nothing, obsolete shoe button hooks, yellowed dice, a single rusty claw foot, a plastic figurine of saint francis (his hands mysteriously melted off), bone handled scissors that no longer sciss, an ash tray calendar dated 1962. and so much more we couldn't save. the kind of things most people wouldn't touch after one peek in the box has us giddy. the treasures! the washing up!
we are playing archeologists, tracing the origins where we are able, piecing together what is left over from long lives, long over. gently scrubbing soiled surfaces with old soft toothbrushes. carefully spreading them on sunny window sills to dry.
best finds so far were a few small cases of his aunt's color slides from the 1970s. yep. found photos for many fridays to come...
the slides were the first thing i noticed in the collage of goods. how exciting!!
Posted by: sarah | March 30, 2008 at 11:51 PM
there is no need to go searching for treasure in dusty shops if you have boxes of it in your house!
very cool stuff. :)
Posted by: gigi | March 30, 2008 at 09:15 AM