Cleaning

Most of our Christmas "vacation" was spent cleaning twenty years of collected detritus from the mansion. When Dawn's grandmother passed away, Dawn's mother just locked the door -- all of her clothes, furniture, papers, etc. were left to moulder. [I later found out that Dawn's grandfather's stuff was also there, and he passed away in 1972!] That would have been bad enough, but then they used the mansion for storage. Our first inclination was to toss everything, but we tried to err on the side of caution. The only "find" we made was a stuffed white bunny (well, gray now) that Dawn had as a kid. We'll get him cleaned up.

While we worked, we listened to music from an old radio in the attic. I imagine that is the most activity that poor house has seen in a long time.

You don't even want to see the inside...