I also didn't take a picture of the little tin full of rubber bands that turned into a pile of yellow dust when I touched them. I did manage to snap a few pics of the other exhibits while Mom was napping.
Ceramics class. 1966.Piggybank. To commemorate the birth of my youngest brother.
A drawer full of staples. Boxes that have never been opened. 90 cents a box.
The trumpet has been passed down to my nephew, but she has a drawer full of sheet music from the 1930's to the 1970's. The paper is yellow and brittle and the songs have long been forgotten.
Oooh, the oldest things in the house. The GOOD GLASSES! The ones with the metallic fish and the silver rims. A wedding gift from 1956. Never to be used by the children. Only taken out of the cupboard when Dad's National Guard or high school buddies were in town and came for a visit. Dad would ask..."Beer or Highball?"
Mom has been putting these torture devices in her hair for decades.
At one time, Mom used this for everything. Bug bites, bruises, sunburn, poison ivy. I found this in the garage. I'm not sure what she's using it for these days.
I spent a rainy afternoon reading some of the entries. It deserves it's own blog.
Any day now.