In the process of cleaning and demoing the trailer, I periodically came across some wonderful finds that make me really happy. Some of them I have memories of, like the brochure from Bruce Spruce Ranch (where they spent every summer) my grandfather’s “fish wagon” and his fishing knives, others were surprises that made me smile, like a portion of their travel log along with maps. The kitchen was pretty full, too, so I picked up some coffee mugs that remind me of my grandmother, a cast iron pan that is older than dirt, and some 70s enamel bowls. And fallen behind almost every piece of furniture was a letter, photos, recipes and more. Also, the collection of trailer-maintenance tools that my grandfather stored in the locker is evidence of his handy-ness and preparedness.