One Man's Trash...

Mr.4444's dad, Bob, was a pack-rat who saved everything. When he died in 2003, we filled a huge dumpster three times with "junk." We did save some things, though, and I can't help but wonder if any of it might be worth something.

Like this glass....um...thingy.

Or these swords, for example.
And how's this for one-of-a-kind? Grandpa Bob made it from a knot or petrified fungus (depending on the lore) that he found in the woods. (Man, that guy was handy.)...

He had a whole box full of these mugs (they say "March for MacArthur" and a year on them). Sorry for the glare...Or this cool stag horn knife/fork set. You don't see these very often....
Or this "telephone table" from Gram Florence's (Bob's mom) house. I love it, but it's very uncomfortable. (Please ignore the 1/4 inch of dust inside it...)

This is about 1/100th of the stuff Bob collected. Writing this, I've became a little melancholy. I know that having these items makes us feel Bob's presence, so we probably wouldn't get rid of them anyway.

Who am I kidding? Like those people on Antiques Road Show who pretend that they don't mind that their "heirloom" is really only worth about $60, because it was "mostly sentimental value anyway," I know that for the right price, we'd happily part with it.

Besides, Grandpa would be over the moon if some of his "junk" helped pay for his grandkids' educations.

Antiques Road Show, maybe?