I had some errands to run this morning, so I figured I'd get up with the sun and get them out of the way!
I went over to Greenbrier and did some shopping, picked up my meds. Stopped by Home Depot and Lowes to grab about a bajillion paint chips. The attic is going to need a LOT of paint and I want punch! pizazz! Each room in this house is going to be a BLAST of color!
Anyway, I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8, much later than I intended but it sure was a great shopping day! I noticed that the light in the attic was on. I always forget that thing. although I guess I should be thankful(??) it served as a not too gentle reminder that I really need to get through that very last box.
So I drag it down into the kitchen. Since I had not yet eaten and I figured I could multitask even better when in close proximity to the food, and port! I started some water for the pasta then turned to the table and started laying out the contents of this box. Either I need glasses or the attic is darker than I realized because I noticed some words written on the side of the box in what appears to be permanent marker... really old permanent marker. Beauregard? What's that?
Inside the box I found maps of North Carolina from, like... the Civil War era and some more from waaay back in colonial times. There were a couple of books that looked old enough to be worth something on eBay. A journal that belonged to some dude named Isaac Vance, all I could think was "what would Uncle Nicky want with that?" tucked into the back of the binding were drawings of all kinds of contraptions. like rube goldberg fails or something. "that's funny, this journal mentions Beauregard just like the side of the box." There's a hunk of metal. just rusty old ugle metal. Theres a telescope or whatever they called 'em in those pirate movies ,it looks broken and old, old old... but the hourglass that I found in there actually looks like its in near perfect condition. There's a nasty old decrepit hat.. I'll have to google it to find the proper name. I've only ever heard it called an Ivy hat. OH GOODY!! I was right! YAY ME! That deserves a celebratory drink! There's a pocket watch that seems to have been on its last leg about a hundred years ago... did they even have time back then?
At the very bottom of the box was a notebook filled with Uncle Nicky's handwriting. It's really old and really hard to read. I'll have to spend some more time on it later..
