Hey all. Yesterday was another busy day in the attic. I have one small corner gone
through. It is taking a really long time because I took extra time to read letters, diaries, calendars, etc.
It made me nostalgic and at times quite sad. I have found things that I have never seen also. That's pretty cool. For example, I was young when my father was shot at (he was a policeman, I think I told y'all that, not sure)
Well, anyway, I found the newspaper article that had his picture and what happened. It said the bullet missed wounding him by a fraction of an inch, which it did. He was a plainclothes detective. The bullet went
through his lapel and out of the necktie. The tie is somewhere around here but I can't remember if it was the top or bottom flap of his tie. I am sure either one was a little too close for his liking.
I don't know if y'all can read that but you can tell he was young in the picture.
Gosh, I could tell y'all some crazy stories about him as a policeman. I miss taking him out to the police club because I loved listening to all those o'l farts tell their stories. They could remember job-related stories better than they could what they had for supper the night before.
I found a picture of my grandmother and her high school memory book that she never really finished. She was voted the most bashful in her senior class. I thought that was cute.
Oh well, I will not post pics of everything I find but just thought I'd share a little bit. I have only just begun and it is overwhelming, to say the least. I will take it one day at a time. (until I get tired and then I'm just gonna toss every like a wild woman) heehee
Hope everyone had a nice Memorial Day. Sleep well and have a great Tuesday.
Thank you. 
omgosh. 
