Where We Hunt – Attics

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Welcome to week three of our 10 part series – Were We Hunt. Stick with us as we walk you through some unexpected spots to gather goodies for your home.

One of the coolest stories I know involves treasure from my friend Janet’s attic.  Twenty years ago Janet’s parents house was burglarized. One thing not stolen was a box of silver. Her father promptly hide the silver in the attic, I guess just in case they came back and really started to look around. As you can imagine the silver sat hidden for years, forgotten about. After her Dad passed away Janet and her mother looked high and low for that silver. Frequently walking through the attic, using a stick to poke around in the insulation. To no avail, it seemed gone forever. In August of 2013 Janet’s mother passed away and Janet now had the task of going through her parents belongings. She unrewardingly searched again. Janet went to bed one night and prayed to her mom, ” Mother, could you please ask Daddy where he hid that silver?” She woke up the next morning with the funniest notion. The silver was under the toilet in the attic. The toilet…in the attic??? After going up to check, sure enough an old toilet lift was there. Picking up the box revealed the missing silver. Nice tip from her mom in heaven! An even more beautiful story is about the night her mother, Mary, died. As Janet layed in bed, unable to sleep the room grew very cold. As she prayed and looked up at the ceiling a white horse rode by with Mary on the back. What peace that is. But back to attics…

If I think back to my childhood one of my favorite things was to go into an attic; ours, my Neena’s or my grandparents. It seemed like an off limits place full of possibilities. My children are always clamoring to crawl up into the dark abyss of our ceiling. I always imagined I would be like the kids on The Goonies and find some treasure map to follow. A treasure map has never crossed my path , but many treasures have. The neat thing about an attic is it is kind of like a gift that keeps on giving. I have been in both my grandparents attics countless times and each time come out with a new treat. Ten years ago when my grandmother died I found this in a box…

Granny loved the Lord and I am sure this was a five & dime piece of artwork. It is invaluable to me. Then just last year I rummaged through her attic again and found this… My Grandaddy and Uncle were fishermen from the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Can’t buy anything better than this piece of history.

Now, no one put new stuff up in that attic between visits. I just was interested in different things each time I went. Decorating trends come and go, but they usually come back around. What you used to think was your mom’s junk comes back in style. As we grow older things start to hold more sentimental value. That is why a treasure you saw in your grandmother’s attic 10 years ago didn’t phase you and now takes on a whole new level of appeal.  So, I want you to think of all the interesting attics  in your life and ask to go hunting in them, it might even be your own. Don’t think of this as a one time event. Even if you have already scavenged Grandma’s attic, go again. You’ll be surprised at how your thoughts and taste change over the years. I hope you will post some pictures of what you find…I’m all caught up on my attic searches for now! Happy hunting!