My father died last September. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, my sister, brother, and I were together, so we made time to go through some of his things. It was all of 15 minutes.
See, my dad wasn’t much of a saver. He had a few pictures and cards, an old lighter, yearbooks, and a few other mementos. He had some blank stationary paper from when I was a kid, with pictures of animals (mostly monkeys) with funny sayings on them. It wasn’t much, but he was more about experiences than keeping actual, physical stuff.
At one point, we were up in the attic area above the garage, which was mostly packed with my brother’s college junk. However, there was one little box off to the side. Inside, we found eight smaller boxes—and I was instantly whisked back to my childhood.
The problem is: I don’t know too much about these things. Have you ever seen Juri toys? Find out more about them and my search in my article “Toys From the Attic: Have You Ever Seen Juri?” on GeekMom.