I wonder sometimes if it isn't entirely possible that treasures stored in our attics confide in one another. After all... they reside in complete darkness all year round... are baked to a crisp in the summer months and frozen solid during the winter. The drone of human conversation on the floor below fails to mention their worldly goods for decades at a time... and when a snippet of conversation seems to momentarily speak of their rescue... it turns out to be too much trouble.

Aunt Flo: "Do you still have the vase that Uncle Amos gave to Aunt Sally on their first wedding anniversary? The one with the pink flowers and the blue cherubs dancing on ribboned feet?"

Aunt Daisy: "Oh, yes... but it's in the attic... and it would be too much fuss to get it down."

Banished to total darkness... nearly forgotten... too much fuss to unearth... and you have a recipe for bonding and the telling of secrets.

Grandma's pressed glass sugar bowl: Well... I swore I'd never tell another soul, but the seamstress slipped two of the best silver teaspoons into her apron pocket while m'lady was arranging scones on a plate in the kitchen.

Great Uncle Pete's mantle clock: You know, I never did trust that woman... too many years of holding pins between her teeth gave her the look of a shrivelled pumpkin and she had those beady little eyes...

I realize it sounds like something out of the Twilight Zone... but...you never know... do you? ;) UF3 for fractal... with frame and sig in PSP7. Thanks ever so much for the amazing and wonderful feedback on "A Moment Like This..."... and thank you all very much for taking the time to have a peek at this one! Hugs!! Helen :)