The boxes came from the house I grew up in...that I lived in for 20 years.
What was in these boxes? At the time, I didn't know. Your guess was as good as mine.
We put the boxes in our barn with the intention that I would go through them at some point and put everything I wanted to keep into nice totes to be able to store a little nicer.
Over the past few days, I did just that. I went through the contents of each box. I laughed. I cried. I sneezed (things were a bit dusty).
And I discovered that my mom kept EVERYTHING.
I have come to realize that even things I had thought I had gotten rid of, she kept.
I'd like to give you a teeny sampling of some of my findings:
|Magazines from 1994.|
|Notes from my first college chemistry class--I was a chemistry major. |
A brain. A nerd.
And now I work at an insurance company. Go figure.
|High school graduation cap.|
My husband was shocked I had my decorated. I thought this was normal? Did you decorate yours?
|Floppy's. Too bad I don't have a computer system available to check what's on these things. Something about graphing, perhaps?|
|Ah to have a schedule like this again...(high school)|
|Notes my dad wrote to my mom back in the 70's. No, I didn't read any. Debating if that's okay to do? What do you think?|
Any my person favorite find of the day:
|Be jealous. Be very jealous.|
Billy Ray Cyrus concert t-shirt.
Achy Breaky Heart tour. 1992.