#54

He can’t refuse an estate auction.  As a result, he has way too many tools.  It’s probably not the same shovel, but I’m going to say it’s the one I watched him and Grandpa use to build my playhouse with.  That makes it more special. 

#40

It came from Arizona, complete with cactus skeletons and an antler.  It was just always there in the kitchen, so I never really considered how ugly it is until I saw it out of context, hanging in dad’s garage. 

#31

A passion flower vine used to grow right beside it.  They have these strange spherical seedpods.  We would always throw them against the house, making them explode.  He would always jokingly accuse me of causing the crack to appear with my strong throws.  

#18

Her bell collection covered her entire coffee table and three wall shelves.  It was all I could do not to touch them, as I had been told.  When I got older, I was allowed to ring one at a time.  Now they live in the two center drawers of Grandpa's old chifferobe.   Even looking at them this way, I can still remember the exact ring of certain ones.