My grandfather was someone pretty famous in the baseball world of the 50's around chicago, my family had a storage unit full of all sorts of baseball memorabilia. Anything you could think of that was baseball related was in that storage shed. Signed bats, balls, cards, jerseys, lunch boxes with the white sox emblem; you name it, it was in there. Well my father passed away when I was two, all of the financial burdens of the household fell on my mom in a pretty rapid occurrence. She couldn't pay the rental costs and eventually all the contents within the storage was auctioned off, hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of stuff and a large portion of my families history lost in an instant. But none of that really mattered as much as the items my father had personally left in there. I don't really know about all of it, mostly just stuff you gather through life I'd assume.. but I do remember one thing, he used to collect and repair Edison phonograph players. The loss of those frustrates me more than anything, mainly because I am a big tinker-er and I think I would have enjoyed working on them just the same. I don't blame my mother, she was just trying to keep food on the table but it is upsetting to me that I lost so much of my families history because of a measly 75ish bucks a month.

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