My dad had a workbench in our laundry room downstairs. Curious by nature, I enjoyed looking through the odds and ends stored there. In a house full of women, this was the only corner of the house just for him and his treasures. He has been gone for many years now (oh how I miss this man) but I can still picture his workbench. The dusty jars filled with nuts and bolts, various sizes of nails and screws. He was the best fix-it man I've ever known.
Looking through old photos, junk drawers and storage trunks is a great way to discover and recall precious memories.
In a life that has thousands of memories, we want to write our most valuable stories.
Sift through them and decide what you most want to share.