Going through my grandfather’s things, I found ≈$4000 (and was in 1993) in cash in different books of his encyclopedia set. No one was around when I discovered and I wanted to keep it but, long story short, I didn’t.
My mother had a book on sex written and given to her by her physician. It was dated 1950. She had 3 children at that point. I guess she was looking to improve quality at that point.
While cleaning out apartment found a stack of lotto magazines, all the same issue. Went through them to see why. Nothing in the pictures so checked text. Found daddy’s name under photo he wasn’t in. $90,000 winner, dressed like a rabbi(hat, wig, beard, black suit). Pops didn’t want to be recognized by his veterinarian so he rented the outfit.
When my ex husband’s mom died we cleaned out her bedroom. There were meds from when my ex was born. Packs and packs of partially used birth control, antibiotics, all kinds of stuff.
He still lived in our childhood home. As our parents aged he was the primary care giver.
Every week day he would leave the house about 6:30 am and return between 2:30 and 3:00 in the afternoon. We all believed that he was working at a nearby college.
But after he died, I found a stack of unopened SS statements. I opened 1 from 2000. In 1987 his contributions to SS stopped. That must be the year he stopped working, but where he was going I know not.
My mom and aunt were cleaning up my grandfather’s house after he passed, and they’d taken his vacuum cleaner up to the attic since there was a lot of dust and like leaves and stuff from birds getting in. At one point, the vacuum wasn’t sucking and my aunt thought it must be clogged. She stuck her hand in to pull the leaves and whatnot, and pulled out a whole squirrel carcass. It must’ve crawled into the vacuum hose and died. The scream she scrumpt…. My mom still cackles about it to this day.
My wife’s great Aunt had a postcard addressed to herself from Chicago or something. She wrote I Still have my mind……. We are thinking someone said to her “ Have you lost your mind” when they learned she was going there.
Naked pics of my in laws when they were young, told my husband he said burn them and did not look. Also, she was dying from cancer and her therapist had her write letters to her husband telling him how she really felt about everything. Turns out he was an abusive cheater, the letters were heartbreaking.
If you are nearing death get rid of anything you wouldn’t want your kids to see. Do write some nice letters for them to find telling things you might not could when you were alive.
Helping a friend go through her grandpa’s stuff years ago when he passed. He was at Marine in the pacific theatre. Didn’t know much about him.
Open up a chest and there are 5 Japanese swords, all clearly used in battle. There were 3 long rifles and a few hand guns. Torn up bloody Japanese flags, uniforms, patches, etc. Japanese soldiers journals and pictures. Some truly morbid shit. Not sure what what happened to it all, but it was a trip.
We found photos of my pap with a woman who was not my gram, from when he was in the service sitting in his dresser drawer. They (my grandparents) were engaged at the time.
My mom and her sister were surprised, but did not seem altogether shocked or bothered by it.
Pap never married when gram died (about 26 years before him) raised their last son alone, and was calling her name when he passed.
A box of huge (6” long) bullets in my grandfathers garage that had to have come from his service in WWI. My uncle said something like “holy crap don’t touch those”. Don’t know what he did with them.
My Mom was selected as 1st Alternate to compete in the Miss Illinois pageant. I know, First alternate, not an actual contestant. But still pretty cool.
EDIT: I guess I should mention that we found her acceptance letter.
Was helping a friend go through her father’s stuff after he passed and found a medium sized box full of child pornography. My friend had to contact a lawyer, it was all turned over to law enforcement. Such a nightmare for my friend though.
We found out my grandma’s sister had a child. She was young when pregnant so my great grandma offered to raise the baby as if it was her daughter, and the baby would just become another sibling rather than her daughter. She decided not to and she left her out for adoption. It’s crazy how those 2 kept that secret for 60 years, and how for about 3 weeks, nobody knew she ever had a child.
A cocksleeve. 🤣
Grandma knitted a “mitten” for Grandpa during the winters. And was completely upfront about it and it’s purpose after his passing and mom was helping pack the house to downsize her living space
I moved into my grandmother’s house when she passed, and bought it from my family. While cleaning it out, my wife and I found my grandfather, who passed in 1986; his ashes were in a box, wrapped in a lap blanket, in the very back of a hall closet. My wife realize my grandfather passed on her birthday 8 years before we met.
My grandmother had dementia, and apparently refused to get him inurned until she forgot to get him inurned. I was able to get them both in a national cemetery, wrapped in the same blanket.
When my partners mother died I was helping her go through her paper work when we found a series of papers showing she was a code breaker during the war and kept it secret to her grave
On my paternal grandma side, it’s genetically common to be born with an extra finger, a pinky to be exact. Grandma had it on one hand. A couple of her kids, including my dad, had it on both hands. As far as I’m aware, I’m the only grandkid that had them.
When my grandpa died, the kids were cleaning up the house and found a jar of all the kid’s extra fingers. While my extra finger had bone and required surgery, my dad’s was like a belly button. They tied a tight string around it until it fell off.
When my grandma died I got a vinyl version of the ET soundtrack, read by Michael Jackson. Nothing to some, but for a lifelong die hard MJ fan like me it was everything. I had always wished for a copy and would have paid big money for it LOL.
Any copy is rare as there were only so many copies printed.
My mom had relics (slivers of bone from Saints)…like a dozen different ones. It took us a while to find a church that would take them. Turns out, some were valuable and we got a nice letter later thanking us for the donation.
When we were cleaning out my gay great uncle’s house after he died, we found a letter that he and his longtime partner (also deceased) had written soliciting a threesome with another man. It was very graphic and explicit – turns out they were into some kinky shit!
The letter was in addition to multiple large oil paintings he’d done of nude men. He was a very talented artist and they are incredibly realistic, but where do you hang something like that? My brother claimed the nude red headed Viking portrait for his basement, but not sure what we’re going to do with the rest of them, ha.
Not THAT crazy, but love letters from my grandfather to my grandmother. My grandfather was one of the most stoic men that I have ever met. He never showed emotion, let alone romance. He was a business man to the end and though I loved him, you wouldn’t really go to him for support. He was more of a “stop complaining and just work hard” kinda guy.
So reading love letters (and I’m talking….SOPPY love letters) to my grandmother from when they were in their 20s was a complete shock.
I found out they had a fight about something relating to travel and he wrote letters full of hand written sonnets and stories about his love and affection for her. He sent it from one end of Australia to the other because he was away for work. There were at least 12 letters sent within a week.
Snippet –
“My dearest Betty (fake name)
How my heart aches for your sweet, delicate fingers to grace my arm. I long for the the way something I can’t read in his writing until we meet once more with Mary by our side. If I shall stand upon the bricks of name of his house and yell your name to God himself, will that be enough for my One, my love, my earthly angel to know the truest depths of my love? I confess, my dearest Betty, that I something about loss for words and struggle with the knowledge of time yet to pass…”
You get the idea. I had to check all of the signatures and names/addresses to confirm it was my grandfather.
My Great-Grandmother had been married before! She married a professional boxer who traveled a circuit for his fights. The trouble with the marriage was that he was gone for months at a time. She ended up divorcing him and married my Great-Grandfather. We found the marriage certificate & divorce decree in her old papers.
Helped my boss clean out his dad’s apt after he was dead in it for 2 weeks. Found his “hooker review diary”. Apparently he was really into the Complete Girlfriend Experience.
This is mild, but we found a copy of “Final Exit” (the “handbook” for assisted suicide for the dying) in my MIL’s closet. She died of pneumonia (in the hospital) but I always wondered if she had read it!
Not me, but my friend just lost her father in law a few weeks ago. While she and her husband were going through her father in law’s apartment, she found a piece of paper with her husband’s name and phone number on it, on his side table near the chair he always sat in. The phone number was off by one digit. She took the piece of paper and put it with a bunch of other pieces of paper and photos in a box so if her husband goes through it, he can find it himself.
Wife’s grandfather. Got his “secret box” of pictures and stuff he hid from Granny. He had a girlfriend in Italy in the war. They were together for quite a bit. She was kinda hot. If she’s still alive she’d have to be in her 90’s by now.
A close nurse friend didn’t come to work one day so another friend went to check on him and found him dead. Ambulance was called, and they tried to resuscitate him but he was past that point. Police were involved as it was an unexplained death.
We later went to clean out his kitchen/garbages so that his house wouldn’t smell in the time it would take for his family to come (we lived in a different city). We found boxes of hospital Diazepam and Fentanyl that he had clearly stolen (and likely overdosed on). To this day I don’t know if it was accidental or intentional.
My Grandma had 3 kids, two sons and one daughter. Her daughter (my aunty) met and moved to South Africa and married a guy, had kid. She then got cancer and died, I was 2 years old at the time and had never met her. No one ever really spoke about her, I guess because my Grandma would get upset.
Anyways, I was always my Grandma’s favourite I figured it was because I was the youngest of the all the kids (I have 2 siblings and then 3 cousins.) When she passed away I was so upset as she was just the nicest of people, literally saw the good in everyone. Even my uncle said at the funeral ‘you know you were her favourite’ which of course made me even more emotional. We’d had such a special bond
When it came to clearing out her bungalow I was doing her bedroom and came across a photo album, nothing unusual about that but it looked really old; as I was going through it I came across a photo of a young girl (maybe 5/6) being held on a motorbike by a teenage boy, and I thought it was me, it looked JUST like me, but I don’t remember growing up with anyone who owned a motorbike so I asked me dad and he was like ‘that’s your aunty’ – I guess in the end I reminded my grandma of the daughter she lost….
I found a journal entry my Dad made that indicated he had been sexually abused. I always thought something bad had happened to him as a child as he had a terrible temper but a loving family. I asked my Grandmother and elderly Aunt but they never told me. I felt so, so sad for him.
When my cousin took his life I was the only one to go through his belongings. He had gone down hill and found a lot of trash in two separate rooms. On his computer I found a lot of ads for Filipino trans prostitutes. Clicked with the weird cigarettes I found in another room since he didn’t smoke. Kept this to myself and did not share with anyone else in the family because there would have been no understanding their end. It’s his and my secret forever.
When my grandparents died, I inherited their house and had to sort through their belongings. Found my great-grandparents’ wedding bible, which was gifted by the church on the day of their wedding ceremony. April 10, 1927. My grandfathers birthday was August 15 of the same year. Very short pregnancy…
A bag of dicks. The little tiny bachelorette party kind. They were neon colors. Apparently my Mamaw (Texan for grandma) got them as a gag gift from the ladies she played poker with.
A sizeable inheritance was left behind by a relative from overseas. Since they ripped their own will up when they got into the ambulance to go to hospital to die, an investigation was required on how to proceed with the estate. You can imagine the shock when we found out the dead relo had a sister. She was to inherit everything. We had no idea she even existed and it was really upsetting that she lived her life not knowing about us and vice versa. So then you can imagine the shock when we found she had died 10 days after her birth.
That my grandpa had an adopted brother, I didn’t know about him until I was about 16-17, and the only way I found out about him was I was looking through a closet at what was originally my grandpa’s house and I ended up finding his brother’s air force field jacket
I found out my dad had high level atomic clearance and was a leading engineer in nuclear weapons manufactured and testing facility in New Mexico in the ’60’s. I didn’t have a clue. They have to sign a 70 year NDA. It’s like he had a secret life no one knew about.
A box of fan mail and even one hate letter complaining about too frequent radio play. Turns out my great grandma was a 1930s locally famous singer whose fans included the Kelloggs and my dad just never mentioned it.
My mom died two months ago. I just finished going through and scanning all her photo albums because I just don’t have room for them. There were a bunch of pictures in a box, some labeled some not.
Apparently she was pretty close with someone named Phillip in the last 50s/early 60s (folks married in ’68).
Also, in what looks to be a couple photos from the 70s (?), she’s with two different kids who aren’t me or friends/relatives of mine. I have no idea who these people are.
My coworker passed away. She’d been away sick for over a year. I was asked to clean out her office. In the file cabinet I found a plastic shopping bag. I could see it contained a tupperware container with fluid in it – I was like oh no, this is going to be her lunch that’s sat and molded for over a year. When I dared to peek into the bag, it was not a container of soup, it was a sliced up human brain floating in some sort of preservative liquid.
It took me several steps to find someone willing to dispose of it. That was above my pay grade, lol.
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An articulated keychain of two horses fucking. Anatomically accurate
Going through my grandfather’s things, I found ≈$4000 (and was in 1993) in cash in different books of his encyclopedia set. No one was around when I discovered and I wanted to keep it but, long story short, I didn’t.
My dad’s pride and joy Lincoln Towncar was financed at 13%.
My mother had a book on sex written and given to her by her physician. It was dated 1950. She had 3 children at that point. I guess she was looking to improve quality at that point.
Found out my grandma who has 4 boys actually gave up 2 other boys for adoption in the middle of her 4 boys she kept
That my grandfather would leave money in his wallet when he got a new one. This turned out to be a very large sum of money even by today’s standards.
While cleaning out apartment found a stack of lotto magazines, all the same issue. Went through them to see why. Nothing in the pictures so checked text. Found daddy’s name under photo he wasn’t in. $90,000 winner, dressed like a rabbi(hat, wig, beard, black suit). Pops didn’t want to be recognized by his veterinarian so he rented the outfit.
Remains of a bald eagle (head, wings, feet) casually stuffed in a drawer of my father’s TV stand.
My grandma had three successful published books under a pen name that she never told us about.
When my ex husband’s mom died we cleaned out her bedroom. There were meds from when my ex was born. Packs and packs of partially used birth control, antibiotics, all kinds of stuff.
My brother had not worked for at least 30 years.
He still lived in our childhood home. As our parents aged he was the primary care giver.
Every week day he would leave the house about 6:30 am and return between 2:30 and 3:00 in the afternoon. We all believed that he was working at a nearby college.
But after he died, I found a stack of unopened SS statements. I opened 1 from 2000. In 1987 his contributions to SS stopped. That must be the year he stopped working, but where he was going I know not.
My mom and aunt were cleaning up my grandfather’s house after he passed, and they’d taken his vacuum cleaner up to the attic since there was a lot of dust and like leaves and stuff from birds getting in. At one point, the vacuum wasn’t sucking and my aunt thought it must be clogged. She stuck her hand in to pull the leaves and whatnot, and pulled out a whole squirrel carcass. It must’ve crawled into the vacuum hose and died. The scream she scrumpt…. My mom still cackles about it to this day.
My wife’s great Aunt had a postcard addressed to herself from Chicago or something. She wrote I Still have my mind……. We are thinking someone said to her “ Have you lost your mind” when they learned she was going there.
My father in law’s impressive collection of bondage porn … on VHS, no less
Naked pics of my in laws when they were young, told my husband he said burn them and did not look. Also, she was dying from cancer and her therapist had her write letters to her husband telling him how she really felt about everything. Turns out he was an abusive cheater, the letters were heartbreaking.
If you are nearing death get rid of anything you wouldn’t want your kids to see. Do write some nice letters for them to find telling things you might not could when you were alive.
In Canada there is win magazine.
So a family member of mine passed away last year and I found a notebook that said he wanted to kill me and do other things too me
Helping a friend go through her grandpa’s stuff years ago when he passed. He was at Marine in the pacific theatre. Didn’t know much about him.
Open up a chest and there are 5 Japanese swords, all clearly used in battle. There were 3 long rifles and a few hand guns. Torn up bloody Japanese flags, uniforms, patches, etc. Japanese soldiers journals and pictures. Some truly morbid shit. Not sure what what happened to it all, but it was a trip.
When my adoptive mom passed away, I found a letter in her sock drawer from 20 years prior.
It was from the adoption agency who were notifying us that my birth mom was dying.
I knew I was adopted since I was 5 when it happened, and I never got over it….cried for my birth mom every night and asked for her constantly.
My adoptive mom told me she “hired a PI to find her but never found anything.”
She never told me about the letter and by the time I found it when she died, my birth mother had died too.
We found photos of my pap with a woman who was not my gram, from when he was in the service sitting in his dresser drawer. They (my grandparents) were engaged at the time.
My mom and her sister were surprised, but did not seem altogether shocked or bothered by it.
Pap never married when gram died (about 26 years before him) raised their last son alone, and was calling her name when he passed.
A box of huge (6” long) bullets in my grandfathers garage that had to have come from his service in WWI. My uncle said something like “holy crap don’t touch those”. Don’t know what he did with them.
My Mom was selected as 1st Alternate to compete in the Miss Illinois pageant. I know, First alternate, not an actual contestant. But still pretty cool.
EDIT: I guess I should mention that we found her acceptance letter.
Was helping a friend go through her father’s stuff after he passed and found a medium sized box full of child pornography. My friend had to contact a lawyer, it was all turned over to law enforcement. Such a nightmare for my friend though.
We found out my grandma’s sister had a child. She was young when pregnant so my great grandma offered to raise the baby as if it was her daughter, and the baby would just become another sibling rather than her daughter. She decided not to and she left her out for adoption. It’s crazy how those 2 kept that secret for 60 years, and how for about 3 weeks, nobody knew she ever had a child.
A cocksleeve. 🤣
Grandma knitted a “mitten” for Grandpa during the winters. And was completely upfront about it and it’s purpose after his passing and mom was helping pack the house to downsize her living space
I moved into my grandmother’s house when she passed, and bought it from my family. While cleaning it out, my wife and I found my grandfather, who passed in 1986; his ashes were in a box, wrapped in a lap blanket, in the very back of a hall closet. My wife realize my grandfather passed on her birthday 8 years before we met.
My grandmother had dementia, and apparently refused to get him inurned until she forgot to get him inurned. I was able to get them both in a national cemetery, wrapped in the same blanket.
When my partners mother died I was helping her go through her paper work when we found a series of papers showing she was a code breaker during the war and kept it secret to her grave
Found out my great grandpa had 52 kids.
Edit: we don’t know for sure if he only had 52 kids. My mom and dad just got tired of counting with my grandma.
A lot of gay porn on my grandpa’s computer.
He had four different wives over the course of his life… I wonder if any of them truly knew him.
We knew about the two rifles that were under the bed, but the hand pew pew in grandma’s underwear drawer was a surprise!
On my paternal grandma side, it’s genetically common to be born with an extra finger, a pinky to be exact. Grandma had it on one hand. A couple of her kids, including my dad, had it on both hands. As far as I’m aware, I’m the only grandkid that had them.
When my grandpa died, the kids were cleaning up the house and found a jar of all the kid’s extra fingers. While my extra finger had bone and required surgery, my dad’s was like a belly button. They tied a tight string around it until it fell off.
When my grandma died I got a vinyl version of the ET soundtrack, read by Michael Jackson. Nothing to some, but for a lifelong die hard MJ fan like me it was everything. I had always wished for a copy and would have paid big money for it LOL.
Any copy is rare as there were only so many copies printed.
My mom had relics (slivers of bone from Saints)…like a dozen different ones. It took us a while to find a church that would take them. Turns out, some were valuable and we got a nice letter later thanking us for the donation.
When we were cleaning out my gay great uncle’s house after he died, we found a letter that he and his longtime partner (also deceased) had written soliciting a threesome with another man. It was very graphic and explicit – turns out they were into some kinky shit!
The letter was in addition to multiple large oil paintings he’d done of nude men. He was a very talented artist and they are incredibly realistic, but where do you hang something like that? My brother claimed the nude red headed Viking portrait for his basement, but not sure what we’re going to do with the rest of them, ha.
Not THAT crazy, but love letters from my grandfather to my grandmother. My grandfather was one of the most stoic men that I have ever met. He never showed emotion, let alone romance. He was a business man to the end and though I loved him, you wouldn’t really go to him for support. He was more of a “stop complaining and just work hard” kinda guy.
So reading love letters (and I’m talking….SOPPY love letters) to my grandmother from when they were in their 20s was a complete shock.
I found out they had a fight about something relating to travel and he wrote letters full of hand written sonnets and stories about his love and affection for her. He sent it from one end of Australia to the other because he was away for work. There were at least 12 letters sent within a week.
Snippet –
“My dearest Betty (fake name)
How my heart aches for your sweet, delicate fingers to grace my arm. I long for the the way something I can’t read in his writing until we meet once more with Mary by our side. If I shall stand upon the bricks of name of his house and yell your name to God himself, will that be enough for my One, my love, my earthly angel to know the truest depths of my love? I confess, my dearest Betty, that I something about loss for words and struggle with the knowledge of time yet to pass…”
You get the idea. I had to check all of the signatures and names/addresses to confirm it was my grandfather.
My dad owned a pizza parlor in the 50s. Found this out after he died in 1995. I was born in 1965.
My Great-Grandmother had been married before! She married a professional boxer who traveled a circuit for his fights. The trouble with the marriage was that he was gone for months at a time. She ended up divorcing him and married my Great-Grandfather. We found the marriage certificate & divorce decree in her old papers.
Helped my boss clean out his dad’s apt after he was dead in it for 2 weeks. Found his “hooker review diary”. Apparently he was really into the Complete Girlfriend Experience.
A hand grenade 😐
When my Mom passed, I found notes she took when she FOLLOWED me when I went out! I was pissed! I was in college at the time.
This is mild, but we found a copy of “Final Exit” (the “handbook” for assisted suicide for the dying) in my MIL’s closet. She died of pneumonia (in the hospital) but I always wondered if she had read it!
I wasn’t ready to see this. We buried my Nan yesterday.
She had dementia and received care in a specialist care home. For us it was finding clothing or underwear with another resident’s name tag inside.
Not me, but my friend just lost her father in law a few weeks ago. While she and her husband were going through her father in law’s apartment, she found a piece of paper with her husband’s name and phone number on it, on his side table near the chair he always sat in. The phone number was off by one digit. She took the piece of paper and put it with a bunch of other pieces of paper and photos in a box so if her husband goes through it, he can find it himself.
Every scrawled note Ieft him for the last 17 years saved, a list of all my favorite things 🙂
Another girls bathrobe lol
Wife’s grandfather. Got his “secret box” of pictures and stuff he hid from Granny. He had a girlfriend in Italy in the war. They were together for quite a bit. She was kinda hot. If she’s still alive she’d have to be in her 90’s by now.
Not me, but my parents. They were sorting through my grandmother’s things when they found a whip.
She had never ridden a horse in her life.
A close nurse friend didn’t come to work one day so another friend went to check on him and found him dead. Ambulance was called, and they tried to resuscitate him but he was past that point. Police were involved as it was an unexplained death.
We later went to clean out his kitchen/garbages so that his house wouldn’t smell in the time it would take for his family to come (we lived in a different city). We found boxes of hospital Diazepam and Fentanyl that he had clearly stolen (and likely overdosed on). To this day I don’t know if it was accidental or intentional.
Dead budgie in the freezer. Fairly sure it was dead BEFORE being put in the freezer. Hope so anyway.
My Grandma had 3 kids, two sons and one daughter. Her daughter (my aunty) met and moved to South Africa and married a guy, had kid. She then got cancer and died, I was 2 years old at the time and had never met her. No one ever really spoke about her, I guess because my Grandma would get upset.
Anyways, I was always my Grandma’s favourite I figured it was because I was the youngest of the all the kids (I have 2 siblings and then 3 cousins.) When she passed away I was so upset as she was just the nicest of people, literally saw the good in everyone. Even my uncle said at the funeral ‘you know you were her favourite’ which of course made me even more emotional. We’d had such a special bond
When it came to clearing out her bungalow I was doing her bedroom and came across a photo album, nothing unusual about that but it looked really old; as I was going through it I came across a photo of a young girl (maybe 5/6) being held on a motorbike by a teenage boy, and I thought it was me, it looked JUST like me, but I don’t remember growing up with anyone who owned a motorbike so I asked me dad and he was like ‘that’s your aunty’ – I guess in the end I reminded my grandma of the daughter she lost….
Bronze Hitler statue. My great grandmother
I found a journal entry my Dad made that indicated he had been sexually abused. I always thought something bad had happened to him as a child as he had a terrible temper but a loving family. I asked my Grandmother and elderly Aunt but they never told me. I felt so, so sad for him.
When my cousin took his life I was the only one to go through his belongings. He had gone down hill and found a lot of trash in two separate rooms. On his computer I found a lot of ads for Filipino trans prostitutes. Clicked with the weird cigarettes I found in another room since he didn’t smoke. Kept this to myself and did not share with anyone else in the family because there would have been no understanding their end. It’s his and my secret forever.
When my grandparents died, I inherited their house and had to sort through their belongings. Found my great-grandparents’ wedding bible, which was gifted by the church on the day of their wedding ceremony. April 10, 1927. My grandfathers birthday was August 15 of the same year. Very short pregnancy…
I was a psw for an elderly German man, when he passed we were told to clear out his room, he had a signed copy of hitler’s “mein kampf”
Lots of photos of lil old me.
We all knew I was the favourite niece but that hit hard when we were cleaning out her apartment last year.
A bag of dicks. The little tiny bachelorette party kind. They were neon colors. Apparently my Mamaw (Texan for grandma) got them as a gag gift from the ladies she played poker with.
A sizeable inheritance was left behind by a relative from overseas. Since they ripped their own will up when they got into the ambulance to go to hospital to die, an investigation was required on how to proceed with the estate. You can imagine the shock when we found out the dead relo had a sister. She was to inherit everything. We had no idea she even existed and it was really upsetting that she lived her life not knowing about us and vice versa. So then you can imagine the shock when we found she had died 10 days after her birth.
Also found was an ss uniform from ww2.
That my grandpa had an adopted brother, I didn’t know about him until I was about 16-17, and the only way I found out about him was I was looking through a closet at what was originally my grandpa’s house and I ended up finding his brother’s air force field jacket
I found out my dad had high level atomic clearance and was a leading engineer in nuclear weapons manufactured and testing facility in New Mexico in the ’60’s. I didn’t have a clue. They have to sign a 70 year NDA. It’s like he had a secret life no one knew about.
A box of fan mail and even one hate letter complaining about too frequent radio play. Turns out my great grandma was a 1930s locally famous singer whose fans included the Kelloggs and my dad just never mentioned it.
My mom died two months ago. I just finished going through and scanning all her photo albums because I just don’t have room for them. There were a bunch of pictures in a box, some labeled some not.
Apparently she was pretty close with someone named Phillip in the last 50s/early 60s (folks married in ’68).
Also, in what looks to be a couple photos from the 70s (?), she’s with two different kids who aren’t me or friends/relatives of mine. I have no idea who these people are.
My coworker passed away. She’d been away sick for over a year. I was asked to clean out her office. In the file cabinet I found a plastic shopping bag. I could see it contained a tupperware container with fluid in it – I was like oh no, this is going to be her lunch that’s sat and molded for over a year. When I dared to peek into the bag, it was not a container of soup, it was a sliced up human brain floating in some sort of preservative liquid.
It took me several steps to find someone willing to dispose of it. That was above my pay grade, lol.