One was a little ceramic clock my father made her. I was surprised at the detail of work. Patience was not a virtue of my father but he managed nevertheless to show patience in his ceramic work.
My dad did ceramic work in the last 5 years of his life when he was very ill with a failing heart. He found that someone who was fantastic at his work and suddenly tossed into disabling retirement difficult. Doing work with his hands helped him feel productive.
I found my father’s golf clubs too. They look like museum pieces compared to clubs of today. The woods were actually made of wood, and the golf balls were hard and brittle. The tees and canvas bag looked so old fashioned. Honestly they all looked like the stock picture I have on the right column of this blog.
I was going to toss them and Gigi talked me out of it.
The clubs are probably 40 plus years old.
We found a marriage certificate from a couple who had long since divorced and remarried. I think Gigi was going to frame the picture but never got around to it.
Who knows what else is in there. I’ll soon find out.