Yesterday we headed into the attic to see what was up there. Cautiously I climbed the ladder and entered the trapdoor, half-expecting to find supernaturally large rats or mice in the dark environs.
Luckily, I found nothing of the sort, but we did stumble upon a whole load of trash, moldy blankets, old books, and a fascinating family photo album. Inside were pictures of some of the original inhabitants of the house, French Canadians from the early part of last century. There were some wonderful photos, yellowed with age, showing people returning from a hunt, sitting around the house, working out of doors. One even seemed (although we can't be sure) to show a man in a dress smoking a cigarette.
It is a strange thing to stumble upon the family memories of another, to find a hidden treasures not meant for you, but still fascinating nonetheless.
Below are some pictures of us working, and some (not so clear) pictures of the areas that we've been working on and the archeological finds of the attic. I will update soon with better photos of the house and the grounds.
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