Walking past a broken down, tattered box you spot one item inside. How much do you want for this? If you take the whole box it's two dollars. I often come home with a box full of junk so I can have that one item.
This is what caught my eye inside the dilapidated box.
This is one of the sweetest photos. Looking at the photo brings back such fond memories of the front porch where I would play tea party with my friends, and if they weren't around my parents.
What a sweet angelic smile touches this little girls lips, how ladylike she has crossed her ankles while she pours tea for her guest.
I find it hard to believe that a family member would not cherish this photo, rather than toss it in a rummage sale box.
Also found in the ragged box was this type written obituary or perhaps it was to be a newspaper article, either way it was/is a very tragic story about a women's rayon dress catching on fire, her daughter who lived next door who came to her aid and her demise.
Family memories tossed in a broken down, tatter box from a house that needs to be cleaned out before they can sell it. Makes me wonder if my children will cherish my items, my memories that I have boxed up and have stored in my basement, or will someone in the future attend a rummage sale and purchase a broken down, shabby box filled with a few of my keepsakes.