This house had been a YMCA hostel for teenagers before we moved in. A sink in every room and quite a lot of graffiti...
In the garden was a mysterious six foot grassy mound in the middle of the scruffy lawn, which turned out to be an enormous pile of ancient carpet. Since then I've dug up an enormous number of sweetie wrappers, which is quite endearing really.
I also hooted with laughter at the other discoveries and was glad mine had been so anodyne. And perhaps as one of your "less young" readers, I can confirm from my 1960s childhood that we were surrounded by choking hazard toys. In fact I had wee dolls much tinier than this as an under 4 year old, but obviously never felt the need to eat them. Will see if I can find one (yes, I kept them but goodness knows where they are - although most definitely not in the garden) and post a photo.
I found human ashes at the base of a low dry stone wall in our suburban garden. Not in an urn but loose and protected by an enamel estate agent's For Sale sign. Thing is the house had only had two previous owners so we narrowed it down to the extended family from whom we bought the place. And the long resident neighbours across the road had been to all their family funerals...
This house had been a YMCA hostel for teenagers before we moved in. A sink in every room and quite a lot of graffiti...
In the garden was a mysterious six foot grassy mound in the middle of the scruffy lawn, which turned out to be an enormous pile of ancient carpet. Since then I've dug up an enormous number of sweetie wrappers, which is quite endearing really.
I also hooted with laughter at the other discoveries and was glad mine had been so anodyne. And perhaps as one of your "less young" readers, I can confirm from my 1960s childhood that we were surrounded by choking hazard toys. In fact I had wee dolls much tinier than this as an under 4 year old, but obviously never felt the need to eat them. Will see if I can find one (yes, I kept them but goodness knows where they are - although most definitely not in the garden) and post a photo.
Your babydoll also reminds me of this piece by Toronto artist Ava Roth, who incorporates found and natural objects and collaborates with bees. https://www.instagram.com/p/C__fk7ivQg1/?igsh=N3BpOHozbnBqdW1k
I found human ashes at the base of a low dry stone wall in our suburban garden. Not in an urn but loose and protected by an enamel estate agent's For Sale sign. Thing is the house had only had two previous owners so we narrowed it down to the extended family from whom we bought the place. And the long resident neighbours across the road had been to all their family funerals...
!!!!!!!! is all I can say.