Since I didn't manage to get myself a job over winter break, my mother has hired me to do lots of spring cleaning around the house (except in January). For the past few days, I have been tidying up one of the closests in our basement, going through old photographs and lots of camping equipment (which is surprising since we never go camping). This morning I found my father's grade school report cards along with letters from his late mother. His 4th grade troubles and the loving words of his mother brightened up a dusty basement.
Here's to spring cleaning (whatever time of year) bringing back family heirlooms and old memories.
