The Old Box...

was found a few years ago by Beverly and me.  We were cleaning the old house at the top farm, where we grew up.  The thought came to check the attic, if it could be called that, it was only a space of rafters and air between the ceiling and the roof.  I climbed onto a chair that was on a dresser and opened the attic space.  I stood, head and shoulders into the attic space.

Far away, close to the chimney, I saw something tucked between the ceiling timbers...it was this box.  It was wet from the recent rains.  We opened it, saw papers but did not disturb them. We placed the box to dry so the papers would not be destroyed.

Tonight the box came to mind, I lifted it from the space it had occupied since that discovery on a rainy day years ago.

 I slowly opened the lid and stepped back in time.  I explored one small cardboard box within the large one.  I discovered when Grandpa Albert Jackson Pruett died, Granny Pruett got a check for $25.

I now know they paid $100 for their farm in 1929(No longer in the family).  I discovered they tested seven cattle for Avian Tuberculosis.  I found train tickets from 1929.

I found Italian money Uncle Clifton had sent during World War II.  I found his meal pass.  Uncle Clifford received metals for meritorious service while still a Private in Italy.  I know Uncle Clifton was in charge of the military mules during his basic training.

I found letters to home and the true penny  postcard and a three cent letter.  Letters that Granny Pruitt saved as precious letters from her two boys in the service, Uncle Clifton and Uncle Ugene.

I found some of my family's past, in this old box, and was very glad we had rescued it from the attic.  Who knows why tonight, after all this time, I looked.  I am very happy I did and very excited to explore the rest of the contents soon.