When I was a kid I used to love going through my grandparents old stuff in the attic. Pulling out the old train set that my daddy and his two brothers had when we they were kids. The smell of moth balls in my grandma Reba's attic and going through all of her quilts that she had made and stored for safe keeping. Each of my grandparents held special treasures in each of their attics and it never really hit me until working on this image and thinking about those memories that each attic held such completely different things.
Things back then were different. Most if not all things were handmade, and with love, I might add. I don't own any of those treasures that were in those attics, but I cherish the memories and even though at the time, they weren't antiques, I wish that I could go back and visit those old friends.
How about you? Do you have memories of going through your grandparents treasures? What did you find?
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