Call It What You Want...

It's the time when I go to my parents' house and go through some boxes from their attic and whittle away at the masses of things I have stored there for another time...

When I arrived, I had 10 boxes in the attic. The parents have a system of filing cards that number each box and tell roughly what's in it. There's also a clever map of the attic. Dad agreed to bring down the six specified boxes. [Thanks Dad ("If it weren't for you, I'd still be scraping skid marks off the Prickly Heat World Ministries Waterslide...").]

I came home with two, one rather solidly full of like-sized things that fit well, and one rather jumbled. Dad acquired another box of "goodies" for ebay or Goodwill. Three empty cartons remained behind. Nothing went back into the attic. Oh yeah, and three garbage bags were waiting for Mr. Phelps (the garbage hauler) to take away.

Yes there were some goodies to be found. A selection of fine items that may be familiar to some of my blog readers is below. Do you recognize anything? Test yourself before enjoying the tales below...

Clockwise from top left:

Headband from camp at Rainbow Christian Camp, circa 1989; Lieutenant Legg, a food fighter, Christmas in the 1980s; t-shirt, Prom 1990; Scrimshaw, fall semester 1988; nametag, Cedar Campus SLT, 1993; friendship pins, ca 1981; Ribbon from Haynes Apperson Festival Big Wheel Rally, 1978; Quilt block, ca. 1980

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Legg, one of the Food Fighters action figures. My brothers pitched in together to buy this for me one year for Christmas. This. Not this and something else. This. They were the finest examples of generosity ever imagined. (I don't recall having gotten them -- either of them -- anything stellar that year. But still. And yet I still have it...)

Lt. Legg is standing on a t-shirt that was given to me by my smokin' hot prom date, 1990. You can't see the mullet from here. Or that his dad was wearing his best clothes for the picture. It wasn't like it is now, putting images on t-shirts. This was kinda crazy and new and surprising... Hey Brenda, show this one to "Little Bobby G."...

Here's my SLT nametag. I know I have at least one fellow SLT-er checking in here from time to time (Hi Howard). Everyone else's driftwood was flat. Mine was rounded, scruffy and full of character. A lot like me. SLT was an amazing month at one of the most beautiful places ever.

See, I had friends in fourth grade. (I'm not telling you how many of that collection I made myself...)

And the quilt block. No, that's not keystoning (an effect caused by taking pictures of square things at an angle, or projecting a square image on a wall from below, making the image a trapezoid instead of a square) -- that quilt really is that uneven.
Third grade teacher Mrs. Fewell had us quilting during recess. My sewing skills really shine in this closeup of the center of the quilt:
Who knew I would grow up to do better???

There's a lot more in there, and many more stories, but I'll have to save those for another day. And another time when I dig further into those boxes I brought home.

P.S. Hey Thief, is that your Big Wheel Rally ribbon? And how did I end up with it? I don't recall participating in the event except as a fan. Or maybe it's the Dunce's?