Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Lock
As I was visiting my daughter this week, I noticed my old black trunk nestled in the corner of her dining room. Topped with my grandson’s toy trucks parked in a neat row along one edge.
I had filled that trunk with bell bottoms and books to bring to college. To my first apartment. To my internship. Often covered with a cloth and used as a coffee table. A bench. A shelf.
It came with me to the home where I raised my children. Where it was stored in the basement for years.
I passed it down to my daughter when she went to college. And she has been using it ever since. Its lock is now loose. The key…probably long gone. Not really necessary anyway.
The mechanism…barely holding on.
Now an antique…
…but what tales it could tell.