The worst thing about having an attic (or in our case, two of them) is that they're great places for putting stuff away '
for a rainy day', or '
until he/she has their own place', or '
we'd better keep that, it's got sentimental value' and so on.
We've got two attics because naturally there was one in the original house, and then, when we added on a second floor, a second attic was included - only part of the original one was removed. Consequently we have a lot of room to store
junk.
We've just been up in one of the attics looking for something that of course
wasn't stored up there - where it is stored is another question. And once you start looking through the boxes you find things you haven't seen for a while, and then you take stuff out to have a proper look at it, find treasures, and away goes the day.
Sometimes you can be brutal and finally dump some things that really don't have a place in your life any more. I've just got rid of half of a bag full of stuff I'd collected to do collages - I did do a couple several years ago, but that's about when the enthusiasm stopped. Notice I said 'half a bag' - the rest will go back in the attic, no doubt, because it's not quite at the stage of needing to be thrown out. It
could be useful. But I did get rid of the bottletops and the fragments of material and a plastic bag so old it was disgustingly discoloured.
And then there was another box full of photographs: pure family history, with lots of photos of my kids when they were small, many more of my mother and me at various ages from babyhood to late teens (me, I mean, not my mother); photos of the Queen's visit in the early 1950s - she visited the Woollen Mills my mother worked at; photos of the Pope's visit (if it was him he doesn't actually appear in any of the photos!), photos of my aunts, uncles, grandparents, great-grandparents. Some of these we've obviously got more than one copy of; some are unique. There's a little
Autograph book in which each page has a short quote and a signature from various friends of my mother. I don't know any of these people, which is a pity, although given the dates it looks as though they were mostly written when she lived in Australia, where I was born. [The book in the photo is similar, but not the same.]
And there's a game called
Funword - it's
Scrabble in disguise. It was used right up until some twenty years ago, and still has some scorecards with my (now deceased) English uncle's name on it, and that of his second wife (they visited at some point), my mother's and some of my kids - who must have been old enough to play at the time.
And finally, in tune with the season, there's a little Nativity scene set inside a box about two hands width wide, with two doors that open outwards. Inside there's the tiniest Nativity imaginable, and once upon a time there used to be a light in there too.....maybe we should put it in a place of honour beside our Nativity set that's standing in the window. For old time's sake.
There are a number of photos taken on a camera that was so small you could hide it in your hand. It produced equally small photographs (9cm by 6.5cm - or 3.5 inches by 2.5). Amongst these were about a dozen taken at some event in Logan Park (?) in Dunedin that was held - I'm guessing - in the 1950s. I think I have a dim memory of being at this, but that may be only that I've seen these photos of a number of occasions before. I've now thrown out a lot of these little photos because they weren't of a quality to make them interesting enough to keep: people's heads (or hats, rather) in the way of what was trying to be photographed, or the distance between the photographer (my mother, no doubt) and the subject being too vast to make what was photographed comprehensible. 
But a couple of the photos had been blown up and I'm reproducing them here. As you can see, there's a huge statue of Mary - so it was definitely a Catholic occasion. I thought it had something to do with a visit from the Pope, but according to this site, only Pope John Paul II is the only Pope to have visited New Zealand, so it wasn't a papal visit. It might have been a Papal Nuncio (Envoy) vis. it, however, but I can't be sure about this.
