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Grandpa’s Attic

December 23, 2011

When we began looking for a new house this summer, a “real attic” was on the girls’ wish list.

“What,” I asked, “is a ‘real attic’?”

“The kind with stairs you walk up! Big enough to walk around inside and filled with old stuff!”

Well, God gave us an attic big enough to walk around inside.  But there are no stairs so the only “stuff” in the attic is insulation.

But that’s okay. We still get to go visit Grandpa’s. Grandpa is Papa’s father. Last night, we made Christmas dinner and took it to Grandpa’s house. While dinner cooked and the grown-ups visited, the girls did their favorite thing: exploring. Grandpa’s attic is his basement and because he’s a gifted electrician and engineer who can keep things running indefinitely, his basement is filled with marvels the girls have never seen.

Like a television that has a picture tube and rotary channel selectors. (And an excercise bike he converted into a hand cycle.)

A cassette tape player/ answering machine. (The phone rang just before I took this picture and scared the daylights out of Hope who’d never heard the sound of a phone containing a bell.)

A rotary telephone. (Faith is dialing a friend’s cellphone to greet her over “a phone with a spinning dial and a curly cord plugged into the wall!”)

And the girl’s favorite: a working Kimball electronic organ.

Joy was awed by that amazing new thing upstairs: a big screen TV. (Ours has a 14″ screen and we don’t have cable.)

The girls love Grandpa.

But when we visit, I am always taken aback that Grandpa’s house counts as an “attic.” All his “old stuff” was new when I was their age.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Nancy permalink
    December 23, 2011 6:01 pm

    Sounds like a wonderful night with Grandpa F. and how exciting to be exploring his “treasures”. Love the picture of the girls with Grandpa….thanks for sharing!

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