Things, Bits & Bobs

Wilhelmina's  Wardrobe

A tall wardrobe stood in the corner of the attic, its doors closed tightly and locked. The latest family is thinking of opening it, they could only guess at what treasures it held inside. They imagined that it contained old clothes, photographs, and other mementos from years gone by.

Trudi's Steamer Trunk

The trunk itself was also a mystery. It was covered in old stickers from travel destinations and had clearly been well-used over the years. The family could only guess at the stories it held within its walls.

Delilah's Dress

One of the most interesting things in the attic was a mannequin and a dress that had been left there by the previous owners. It was an old, wooden mannequin that had been used for sewing and tailoring. The family often wondered who had used it and what kind of clothes had been made on it. They imagined that it had seen many fashion trends come and go over the years.

Dolly's Doll

Another item that caught their attention was a doll that had been stored in an old trunk. The doll was made of porcelain and had a delicate, painted face. The family wondered who had owned the doll and what kind of adventures she had been on. They imagined that she had been a cherished companion to a little girl who had long since grown up and moved away.

Tippi's Typewriter

A typewriter sat on a desk in the corner of the attic, covered in a thick layer of dust. The family wondered who had used it and what kind of stories had been typed out on its keys. They imagined that it had been used by a writer who had penned a great novel or a journalist who had reported on important events.

Patty's Painting

A painting hung on one wall of the attic, depicting a beautiful woman. The family could only guess at who had painted it and what kind of memories it held for its original owner. They imagined that it had been a beloved possession that had been passed down through generations.

Bobby's Baseball Glove

A baseball glove sat on a shelf, worn and faded from years of use. The family wondered who had owned it and how many of games it had been used in. They imagined that it had been a prized possession of a young boy who had dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player.

Hollie's  Horsey

A hobby horse sat in the center of the attic. The family wondered who had ridden it and what kind of adventures they had imagined on its back. They imagined that it had been a favorite toy of a young child who had spent hours pretending to be a knight, a cowboy or princess on her way to her palace.

Jeanne's Red Jacket Skates

The red roller skates left in the attic evoke a sense of nostalgia and mystery. They seem to have been forgotten, left behind in a bygone era, their bright color and sleek design still intact. Perhaps they were once the prized possession of a young child, or maybe they belonged to a teenager who spent countless hours gliding down the street with friends. Regardless of their past, the skates now sit silently in the attic, waiting for someone to rediscover them and bring them back to life. They serve as a reminder of the joys of youth and the passage of time, and their presence adds a touch of whimsy to the forgotten space above the house. 

Chester's Chess Set

When the most recent family who had moved into their new home climbed up the creaky wooden ladder to the attic, They couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It had been years since anyone had ventured up there, and time had forgotten about the hidden treasures that lay dormant. As the new home owners looked around, their eyes were drawn to an old, worn leather chest in the corner. Curiosity got the better of them, and they walked over to investigate. Upon opening the chest, they were greeted by a sight that took their breath away. Inside was a beautiful chess set, with all the pieces in place and ready for two people to play. The set was intricately designed with detailed carvings on each piece, and it was clear that it had been carefully crafted by a skilled artisan. They couldn't resist the urge to play a game, so they sat down and began to move the pieces, feeling the weight and texture of each one in their hands. It was as if they had been transported back in time, and for a brief moment, They were lost in the magic of the game. 

Rodolfo's Golf Clubs

As we made our way through the dimly lit attic, we noticed a green golf bag tucked away in the corner. Curiosity piqued, we walked over to investigate, our eyes widening in surprise as we looked inside there were a set of golf clubs, arranged neatly in order of size and type. As we ran our hands over the well-worn leather grips, we couldn't help but wonder about their history. Had they been used by a professional golfer? Or perhaps they were simply the prized possession of a passionate amateur? The bag itself was also in remarkably good condition, considering its age, and bore the faded logo of a golf course that had long since closed down. I couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence as I stood there, holding these relics of a bygone era. It was as if I had been granted a glimpse into a world of elegance and tradition that had since faded away. 

Frank's Fishing Rod

As I rummaged through the dusty boxes and forgotten relics of the attic, my eyes fell upon an old fishing rod that had been tucked away in the corner. The rod was weathered and worn, with its once vibrant color now faded and chipped. But as I picked it up, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and possibility. This rod had clearly seen its fair share of fishing expeditions, and I couldn't help but imagine the countless fish it had reeled in over the years. Perhaps it had once been a prized possession of an avid fisherman who had spent countless hours on the water, patiently waiting for the next catch. As I examined the rod more closely, I could see the faint marks and scratches on the handle, evidence of the countless hands that had grasped it over the years. It was as if this rod held a story all of its own, a tale of adventure and perseverance that had been etched into its very fibers. 

Eddy's Teddy Bear

As she made her way through the cluttered attic, her eyes were drawn to an old wardrobe in the corner. As she approached, she noticed a small teddy bear inside, its fur matted and worn. The bear had clearly seen better days, with its once bright colors now faded and its stitching coming undone. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she looked at it, wondering how it had ended up locked away in the darkness of the attic. Had it once been a beloved toy, cherished by a child who had since grown up and forgotten about it? Or had it been discarded and forgotten, a casualty of time and neglect? As she reached out to touch the bear, she felt a sense of sorrow wash over her. It was as if this poor teddy bear had been abandoned and left to suffer in silence, a forgotten relic of a bygone era. 

Chugga Chugga Choo Choo

The old train set is rusty and needs repair. It sits in the corner of the attic, covered with dust and cobwebs. It used to be the pride and joy of the big Victorian house, where many children in the neighborhood would come over to play with the trains and other toys. They would imagine traveling to faraway places, having adventures and making friends. The train set was a gift from a grandfather who loved trains and stories. He would tell them tales of his journeys and teach them how to operate the locomotive and the tracks. But he passed away long ago, and so did his stories. The train set is forgotten and neglected, waiting for someone to restore it and play with it again. 

Molly's Doll House

The old doll house was once new and now well used and very old. It had seen many generations of children grow up and leave, taking their toys and laughter with them. The doll house had witnessed joy and sorrow, love and loss, war and peace. It had been painted and repainted, repaired and renovated, but it still retained its charm and character. How wonderful it would be to be played with again. 

Sue's Sewing Machine

The attic at the forgotten Victorian house had a sewing machine that was waiting for someone to sit down and create something special. It was an old Singer model, with a cast iron base and a wooden cabinet. The machine had been left behind by the previous owners, who had moved out decades ago. The attic was dusty and dark, filled with cobwebs and boxes of memories. But the sewing machine still worked, if only someone would sit down and thread the needle. It had once been used to make beautiful dresses and quilts, but now it was lonely and silent. It dreamed of the day when someone would discover it and bring it back to life. 

This is an 'on-going' rough draft... edits are frequent.