Warning: A wordy post, but I think you'll get a kick out of it. We were at the lake house for a few days, and as I often do, I went rambling in the garden sheds out back. I noticed a small red tool box sitting alongside two larger ones on a shelf. I peeped inside and saw that it was extremely rusty, and held only an old ballpein hammer, and some type of tool with what looked like a hooked knife on one end. I thought about the little tool box a day or so, and asked the hubby if he knew it was in the shed. He said that he did, and that it had belonged to his uncle who passed away a number of years ago. He had lived with my MIL the last few years of his life, and they had been so good for each other. They were both alone, so when he needed someone, my husband and his brother discussed him moving in with their mother, and she gladly agreed. Those two got into lots of mischief! They were already in their 80's, but they worked in the yards and ho...
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