To Grandmother's House We Go is the new awesome
However, as you might imagine, there were all sorts of things behind cabinets and other closed doors that a Granddaughter wouldn't usually have reason to find under normal circumstances.
The obligatory handgun in the sash drawer:
The secret stash of booze in the wrapping paper closet:
And the book called Boners on the top shelf of a bunch of old books (actually printed in 1931 and illustrated by Dr.Seuss)
Best of all, though, were the personal items. The love letters that my Grandfather had written her. Old highschool yearbooks. Family portraits. Look at some of these gems:
My Grammy and my Grandpa, back when they were first married. (Check out how good my grandfather looks in a uniform!)
This one of my mother as a little girl making a happy face really killed me. You would be amazed at how many photos she was scowling in. Or maybe you wouldn't. My mom never has much liked getting her photo taken.
My mom might kill me for putting this one up:
But I can make it up to her by putting up one of my own. Looks like nerdy glasses are hereditary.
My parent's wedding:
And of course, lots of baby photos:
I know it was hard for my Grammy to know that we were going through her possessions, and that the way that she has been accustomed to living independently for the past 96 years was changing rather dramatically. But I think it made her happy to know that we found things in her house to remind us of her, and that so many of the things that she had loved were going to stay with people that had loved her and appreciated her beautiful things.
Don't worry, Grammy. This is what I had to take my portion home in (and I could have used a bigger one to hold all the memories):