A tuba. Really?
It was my mother’s. We spent yesterday afternoon cleaning out my grandma’s attic. Oh, the simple treasures to be found in decades upon decades of saving. My grandmother’s baby book from 1917. My mom’s kindergarten certificate. Her first handwriting practice pages. Even posters … of everything from my aunt’s solar system drawings to my 4-H project posters and my siblings’ science fair projects. Grandma kept it all in orderly piles in a small 4×12 foot attic space.
I also found my great-grandfather’s 50-year farming certificate awarded by Farm & Dairy. Thanks to a tip from the current editor, Susan, we know this was given to him between 1938 and 1942. It truly was a lifetime achievement award. He died in 1944.
The bird prints are now hanging on the wall above our piano. They are burned into my memories from the many sleepovers I had a grandma’s house. The old books will be stacked here or there … I find it comforting to have books everywhere. As for the coffee can … it will have new life as a crayon or marker holder.
Isn’t it funny what things can bring comfort? Who knew I’d ever be excited to have a silver monstrosity leaning in a corner!
Yes, a tuba. Really.