Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

box filled with old canning jars.

The crate was heavier than I expected, the glass jars clinking together as I dragged it three inches across the dusty floorboards.

By two in the afternoon, the pale autumn light through the attic dormer had shifted, casting long, dusty beams across the floor. Our hands were black with soot from the brickwork, and the continue reading …