A lone wooden box. Plain. Worn out. Rusty keyholes. It has been in my parents' home for as long as I remember.
Sometimes the simplest possessions have the greatest stories. The wooden box is very special to my family. It once belonged to my Great Great Grandfather and was the luggage trunk he used to bring all his worldly goods to Australia from England in the 19th century.
The box now sits in my parents lounge room. It holds something different now. Piano and singing books, some pianola rolls and loose sheet music.
Opening it up to retrieve some music while I was visiting, I noticed a whole lot of stamps. We don't know where they are from or how they came to be there. I like to think that maybe they are connected to the story of the old trunk.
I love family history. I love my family.
Love the detail shots of these amazing vintage items that have such great stories associated with them! Keep up the fabulous work!
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