Wow, the things you can learn when you just look into older people’s lives. The lives I am talking about is my Grandma Mert. I went to Pataskala on Saturday to help my Generic dad, move some boxes out of my Grandma Mert’s basement in her old house.

It rained so we were not able to do that but we moved and arranged the huge shed in her back yard to hold the stuff that we will be transfering from one house to the other.

As we were moving boxes, we got to see what was in them. Boxes filled with books about Israel and Revelations. My late Grampa Leo was very much the Evanglist and My Grandma Mert still has his sheets he had printed out to go with his cassette tapes he distrubuted to the public. He died in 2002 and I am just realizing now how inspiration he was in spreading the gospel and sharing the coming times with people. I found several books that My Grandma Mert said I could have. She even allowed me to have a old quilt that was in the shed too. It needs washed up but it was very nice and useful. I wonder who used it. I know who read the books. Grandpa Leo!

One was all about Revelations, another about Jesus as our High Priest, One about 911 and the tie into Revelations, another about the book of Daniel.

LOL, can you tell I am fascinated by the book of Revelations and prospecy?

We always found a dresser full of crafts, beads and old buttons. I just loved that dresser because it appealed to my creative nature. It had sewing material in there. Just so much I could work with!

We also found old machines, I told my Generic dad that people would buy at a flea market or something. He said “yes” but he told me that my Grandma Mert is so against anyone getting rid of anything at all. He told me that most of this stuff will sit here until after her death, because she won’t allow us to do anything with it when she is alive.

Pack rat. It was amazing. I saw picture of my Grampa Leo’s mother and the dresser was filled with her crafts. I was old medical records, bank statments and even newpaper ads. There was even an old horse collar! One you see in the old days around an old horse pulling a plow. I told my Generic Dad “You don’t have a horse, why is it here” Of course, I knew the reason. Grandma Mert doesn’t get rid of anything.

There are wooden boards, nails and other things that just looked like plain junk, but still just taking up space in the shed. I wonder what next week in the basement is going to look like.

It still is amazing how I can learn so much on just seeing what people keep from their past.