I’ve been digging through my grandfather’s steamer trunk more – it’s mostly World War 2 memorabilia, a ton of old newspaper clippings, a nice wedding photo of him and my grandmother, who passed away when I was eight, and some great pictures of my dad. There are five old 8mm movies, too – they aren’t labeled but I assume they’re old family movies; I’ll see if I can get them transferred to DVD somehow.
There is also a very old looking book, small, but looking really really old. I have no idea what it is or what it says, it’s not in any language that I recognize – not that I recognize a lot of languages, but I know it’s not Japanese, or French, or Spanish. And probably not German, either. This is going to sound completely stupid, because it’s just an old book and I can’t even read it, but it gives me the creeps. Seriously. Continue reading