Waxing nostalgic

Last weekend, Pete "unearthed" a couple of boxes from my Pop's workshop that I knew were there but had LONG forgotten about them.

The outside of the boxes were labeled "grandchildren's toys".

Bless my grandparents for being savers.

Opening these boxes brought back a tremendous flood of wonderful memories.

Countless hours were spent in their den (which is now the playroom) playing with these awesome toys.

After a long Clorox bath, some scrubbing, and disinfecting, these toys are playable again.

And two sweet little girls are picking up where their mommy left off 30 years ago.