A Year of Happy: what's in the attic?

Ever since I was a teenager,
I've wished for an attic
full of old things.

Not "old" like the junk
that's stuffed in boxes
in my storage room.

I mean really old.

Like antique clothing and furniture,
and old photographs,
and long forgotten love letters.

I remember when I first
got on this kick,
my mom and I went to visit
my elderly great aunt,
who lived in the house
where my mom grew up.

We slept in a little upstairs bedroom,
where there were lots of
cupboards and closets
and secret places.

I started snooping,
and that made my mom
really nervous.
But I kept at it.
Who knew what I might find?

And find something I did.

Tucked way back
in a closet on the highest shelf
was a box.
it was about the size
of a large shoe box,
and on the lid it said,
"Memories of Hazel."

Hazel was my mom's mother,
and she had died when
my mom was thirteen.

Inside the box, we found
letters written by her sons
during the second World War,
notes and cards from little daughters,
and all sorts of memories
from days long gone.

THIS was a treasure.

You just never know
what you'll find
in a good attic!

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The other day
I went for a walk
through The Avenues
of Salt Lake City
and took a few photos
of some attics
I wish I could visit.

Aren't they curious?

Click on the photos
to see them up close.