If Walls could Talk....

Losing our Marbles

I was cleaning out a drawer the other day and came across a small bag of marbles. They must have been in that drawer for at least 14 years. I still remember the day we found them.

When we first moved in to the Old Red Farmhouse, we underwent some major renovations, which included gutting a few rooms down to the studs. When our helpers were ripping out the ceiling of the spare bedroom (downstairs), marbles began to rain down on their heads. We actually collected a whole mason jar full, but only saved a few. Where did the marbles come from?

The small room above had been used as a bedroom for one of the boys in the family who lived here before us.  Apparently when he was little, he shoved dozens of marbles into a knot hole in the floor, knowing he would never see them again.  Little did he know that years later they would come tumbling down on unsuspecting victims!

Here are a few other things we found in the walls and ceilings:

A tintype photo in a gold locket ring. (It's about the size of a nickel.) We wonder how old this is? It looks like Civil War vintage.

These are Beatles collector cards!

And how about this Peggy Fair catalog?  The coat on the cover is only $7.98.  It's full of  other delightful products, like the "Slender Belt" machine and the "Slimtex" and "Abdo-Slim" girdles. Reading this makes me giggle!

So, maybe the walls can talk...