Seeing as the house renovations start next week, it was finally time to get everything cleared out. You know what that means, right?
THE CABINETS AND DRAWERS.
Where all the best things hide.
I mean, you never know what you will find when you clean out a house that holds 60 years of history, but I’ll tell you this – the pictures are always the best. There is a box that can only be described as EPIC, and I don’t use that term lightly. (My dad is so SO thankful he’s not on Facebook right now.)
Those are my grandparents, but I don’t know what year just yet. I’m pretty sure that is in the backyard and that tree in the background is now a climbing tree of awesome. (Fun fact: My dad planted that tree.)
Dude. The dress and the pin. And please check out the tux! Not seen, but there: pinky ring. My grandfather could DRESS, y’all.
These are my grandfathers, Grandpa and Poppy (mom’s side and dad’s side, respectively), having a fine old time at my parents’ wedding. I wish I knew what story was being told. These two were a riot. (But, see? Pinky ring.)
Hey, look! That’s me!
I was as much trouble as you’d imagine, but mom seems okay with it. The 70s were awesome, you guys.
But here is where things get really fun:
Know what that is? That is financial information on the house from 1967. In my grandfather’s handwriting. On the back of a bank deposit slip. $25,000 for a house seems kind of surreal, doesn’t it?
The program from my college graduation. The best summer of my life to this day. My grandmother got to meet friends and someone very special to me and, well, finding this today was really nice.
This is my grandparents’ ketuba – with their original signatures. THIS was kind of stunning to find, to be honest. I’m not sure what to do with it quite yet, but something special.
Every drawer and every cabinet and every box and every envelope held something worth laughing, or ooooohhhing, or crying about. It’s not lost on me that one day there are people who will go through MY things and try to unravel the mysteries of things I’ve kept or collected through the years.
I hope my things tell a good story, too.
I can only imagine what treasure we’ll find tomorrow.