Attics can be a scary place....

So I sent my youngest up the steep ladder to the roof

over our garage that acts as our attic.

Or a collection dump.

So I decided it really needed to be straightened up

and cleaned up.

So it started small.

 Shane brings down the first box and a bag.

Well the bag had cutsey beach things that I'm gonna

pawn off or our friends that have become beach bums.

But the box had a TON of old photos in it. *Swoon*

And OMG! Like I really need more pictures.

So of course I needed to sort through them.

And that's where nostagila and amusement came in.

On the page below, I found another article (I have one stashed 

in my heritage album somewhere) of my Gram hanging

with her buds at the Rec Center and decided

to do a quick and dirty to save the article

and to write a bit more about it.

This second page is kind of tongue in cheeck.

I flip this photo over and my mom Bless Her Heart 

writes canoe 1958 as if I couldn't figure that

one out. And of course sadly she's not

around to ask and my dad has CRS.

So there's 3 guys looking at a canoe. Sigh.

 The last one is a photo of me and a friend from the hood.

As ugly as we or I look - the fashion police really

should've swooped in. LOL!!!

However, its a great great insight of back in the day.

And it brought back memories that while we were

friends, we were not best friends.

Age and type defined our relationship.

In all cases I used the original *gasp, faint, thud* I know.

But why stick them in a box to get torn up.

And I have a digital copy.

There is more to come in that attic. Can't wait.