Grandma's attic

Many, many times over the years I have dreamed of being in my Grandma’s attic. Oh, the treasures she had in there. I remember her showing me a toy truck my uncle Vernon had played with as a child. I remember the pic-up-sticks, a game we then could then play with and Grandpa would let us win. I remember the old shoe boxes filled with beautiful glass Christmas ornaments -one was a bright purple tear shaped with an indent that has white frost in it -like wonderful gems. I remember the 3 or 4 boxes with windows in them where you could see exotic looking dolls with silk and lace dresses, one like a mexican lady with black hair, another wearing pink, maybe a norwegian with light hair. And the cardboard games with delicate paper pieces. Oh –the wonderful treasures from Grandma’s attic. Where did all those great items go to after she cared so preciously for them?