A few months ago, I inherited two toolboxes that had belonged to my Zaida (grandfather), after my Bubba (grandmother) passed away. It's been a bit busy around these parts, so I only last week got a chance to sit down and sort through them and decide what I wanted to keep, and what I could pass along. I thought I'd sit down with my camera for the process, as it felt a bit like opening a time capsule. I doubt that anyone has looked in the toolboxes much in the nearly 10 years since he passed away, and they were certainly filled nearly beyond capacity with stuff. It took a bit of negotiating to get everything to fit back in there! My Zaida was a very, very handy man, and so his toolboxes are an extension of what I remember most about him.
It's funny, the things you can learn by going through someone's belongings that they never expected anyone else to pay attention to or even to ever see. How they keep things organized (or not). The things they can't see fit to throw away, even if a use for them doesn't seem apparent. That someone kept dropping Bubba's nice dishes, enough to justify 3 tubes of china-weld. Little scraps of paper, pencils sharpened with a knife, and more loose screws than One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I like to think that I'll have a piece of him with me on all the future projects I use these tools for.