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Growing up we had a mysterious room upstairs off of our bedroom (and by my me I mean 6 sisters). It was the idea that we had a place to store jars, winter clothes and other things we didn’t need at the moment. The door was small, about 4 foot tall, there was only one small light in the room that you turned on with a pull chain. It was so full of — well, we didn’t know what was in the back. No one ever went more than half way back.
I don’t remember when, exactly, but it was after I moved out that a large portrait of mom’s dad, my grandpa, turned up in the house. I mean it was 24” by 36” in a beautifully framed portrait. Probably a drawing of him in his early years. We are all going, where did this come from? Mom had it in the attic. Unable to look at it or talk about it, she kept it hidden in the back of the room. I wondered what else was back there, and where it all went. Are there other secrets our family holds.
