Cool Stuff from Ivory?s Attic

Mr. Ivory and I are Spring Summer Cleaning.  When Mr. Ivory and I moved into this neighborhood, MIL graced us with all of his boxes from her attic, which we never opened.  Until now…  Two of my favorite items are pictured above.  Is it still called a remote-controlled car if it’s on a cord?

Daisy Sonic Air gun.  REALLY LOUD.  No bullets, yet no orange tip.  Definitely a backyard toy.

Grampa’s hooch tote…

…complete with twenty-year-old gin.

This is a horrid picture of some vintage books that refused to be photographed.  It think it’s cause they’re too uppity.  Amazon says they’re worth about 200 bucks.

Oooo, tools.  I’m channeling Caroline Ingalls right now!

Three pairs of binoculars.  Pop-ups.  Nana’s opera glasses.  And Grampa’s big ones in the leather case.

Father-in-law’s ship’s(?) barometer and Arctic Circle flight certificate.

20-year-old Sega game gear.

Electrocution hazard in a box.

Mr. Ivory called this the “Box of Awesomeness.”  Nintendo with original Super Mario Brothers.

And last, but not least.  My childhood Barbies, minus the headless ones.  Billion degree attics do something to the rubber bands.  Like Western Barbie below:

The eyes used to blink by a button in back, but one is missing and the other turned to putty.  Western Lazy-Eye Barbie.

Ivory

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