Tucked away in boxes and closets, and sometimes underfoot, I continue to find pieces of family history. Trash to some...treasure to others.
This paper was on the floor in the basement. It was folded so the text and border was not visible, and didn't look much like anything of importance. I do not recall it falling from any of the boxes I was moving, and it looks like it had been stepped on more than a few times over the years.
And yes, I have the "K" letter my Dad was awarded for football some ~65 years ago.
And, tucked away in a box or album somewhere, I know I've seen at least one photo of my Dad wearing this sweater when he was a senior @ Kingston High School in Kingston, Pennsylvania.
Many more days of discovery lie ahead.
I cannot wait.