The Trunk in the Attic
Last month my grandmother asked me if I could help her to clean out her attic.
I was happy that she asked me.
My grandmother says that her attic is full of junk.
I think that her attic is full of treasures.
I helped her to dust and vacuum the attic.
I pulled and pushed around boxes and crates.
I helped her to wash the floors and walls.
My favorite thing that I did was to sort through the old trunk that she had up there.
The trunk had a rusty latch on it.
It was a bit difficult to open, but my grandmother got a knife and pried the latch open.
The trunk was full of all kinds of things.
There were lots of clothes.
Some of the clothes had been my grandmother’s.
There was a blue velvet dress that she had worn to a dance when she and my
grandfather were dating.
It was a beautiful dress, but there were a few moth holes in it.
There were some of my mother’s old clothes.
There was a pair of bell-bottom slacks that had bright flowers on it.
I couldn’t believe that my mother had ever worn something like that.
There were some of my mother’s old report cards.
Some of her marks weren’t very good.
I had fun reading the report cards.
There were photographs.
There was a picture of my grandparents holding my mother when she was a baby.
There was an old baseball glove that one of my uncles had owned.
There was even one of my old dolls in there.
One of her legs was missing.
My grandmother said that I was rough with my dolls when I was little.
I should have taken better care of my toys.
There was even some old jewellery.
I tried on some of the old clothes and jewellery.
I told my grandmother that I liked looking through old things.
My grandmother told me to keep whatever I wanted.
She said that it was all junk.
I still say that the trunk was full of treasures.