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15.09.2009
After my grandpa passed away last fall, my husband and I found out several weeks later that he had left us his house in his will. A real treasure tucked away in the countryside of Tennessee, it was an olive green, two-bedroom establishment that stood two stories high. Not only did we feel blessed to have inherited the house, but we were excited to see what valuables we could uncover inside.
We began in the attic, thinking we’d work our way down by floor, as we put on our surgical masks and rubber gloves to combat the dust and mold. I started with an old burgundy colored trunk. Dust spewed from the within as I opened its lid. Filled with old newspaper clippings and toupees, I dug my hands to the bottom and felt somethiblue ng small and hard. I gripped it between my fingers and pulled. As my hand resurfaced from the trunk I saw that I was holding one of grandpa’s blue lodge rings. A single tear raced down my check as I reflected upon the memory it unleashed. Then I continued to dig.
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