We stopped to pause many times while cleaning out my mom and dad’s house last weekend.  There were hidden treasures with memories and stories shared, along with mysteries that were uncovered.  We found two old Royal typewriters that belonged to our grandfather.  One was a portable model, secured in its case.  When we clicked opened the case, it was as shiny and clean as the day it was purchased.  The other was an old heavy tabletop style.  This one was weathered with age and dust-covered.  The keys and the carriage return still worked and the ribbon still had some color to it.  I wonder at its age, and all the stories and reports that had been typed on it.  The desk that my grandfather used remains in the family, and perhaps this old typewriter will feel at home where it once sat.