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next,” Kelly suggested.
    Scott opened the top of the biggest one.  “Looks like blankets, pillows and towels . . . all flowered.”
    “ Label it old linens, and I’ll help you slide it over to the sale pile.  I doubt if anyone will buy them.  If not, they can go to the Salvation Army.”
    Together they sta rted another row and within twenty minutes they had stacked up six boxes neatly along the wall.
    Finally, Kelly and Scott stood, surveying the now orderly area with a real sense of accomplishment.  “We made a lot of progress, thanks to you,” Kelly smiled and stood with her hands on her hips.
    “Yeah, all we’ve got left is all the stuff on that old workbench and the boxes underneath it.”
    Kelly hesitated, not sure if she wanted to attack that project.  There were lots of tools, most really old and probably valuable to someone who knew something about tools.  Kelly didn’t .  Scott was poking around, looking at a few items with interest, but Kelly was too tired to dig into the mess.  There were dozens of little jars filled with screws and nails.  Nothing on top of the workbench was boxed which meant a lot of item-by-item sorting.  But underneath were two rows of boxes that they could probably easily be allocated to the appropriate pile.
    “Why don’t we just do the boxes today?” Kelly suggested.  “The stuff on top will take longer.  That is, if you’re up for it.”
    Scott shrugged.  “I’ve got nothing better to do.  Besides some of those boxes look really old.  I’m curious what’s inside.”
    The first row of boxes was just more really old household goods, some probably collectible, that were quickly moved to the sale pile.  Kelly pulled out a small cardboard box labeled Mary’s Records.
    “Hey, look at this.”  She opened the box and took out a handful of small vinyl records with large holes in the centers.  They were still lovingly stored in their original colorful paper sleeves.  She flipped through them one-by-one and read the labels aloud.  “ I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles, And I Love Her and We Can Work it Out , also by The Beatles, California Dreaming by the Mamas and the Papas, Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel, Last Train to Clarksville by The Monkees, Good Vibrations and Barbara Ann by The Beach Boys and Daydream by the Lovin’ Spoonful.  Wow, these are so cool.”
    “Save ‘em.  My parents have an old record player.  They keep saying there’s no sound like old vinyl, so we can check it out and see if they’re right.”
    “I’ll take these to my room later.  Aunt Jane might want them, but if not, I’ll keep them.  They look like they were played a lot ; some of the grooves are pretty worn.  My grandma Mary must have really loved these for her to have kept them from when she was a teenager.”
    “My parents listen to music from the Sixties, Seventies and Eighties ,” Scott agreed.  “I like some of it a lot.”
    Kelly closed the box and placed it on the floor by the kitchen door.  It would be fun to listen to the old songs and try to imagine how Grandma Mary had felt when she was Kelly’s age, hanging out in her room, playing her stereo.  She returned to the workbench just as Scott was dragging out an old wooden crate that had been tucked in the far corner in the back.  It wasn’t big, but it was pretty heavy, and it took both of them to pull it to the middle of the floor where they could open it.  On the side in neatly printed but badly faded letters was the word “Darby”.
    “Darby!  My great-great-grandfather’s last name was Darby.  Do you see a claw hammer?”
    They rummaged through the pile of tools and Scott held one up.   “Got it.”  He held it out to her.
    “Go ahead . . . you can have the honor.”
    Scott smiled, “Thanks.” He kneeled down and worked the lid off the box, being careful not to damage the wood and then set it to the side, nails pointing down.  “Safety first.”
    He removed a layer of