Treasure Hunt on Toltec

Since the day Mom moved into her house at 7749 Toltec in 1994 there has been a long list of things that needed to be updated.  Over the years a number of different projects have been accomplished like painting the interior and exterior (a couple of times), a new roof, new carpet, master and guest bathroom remodels, garage shelving, and some landscaping.  However, the big job to tackle has been the kitchen.  After years of discussion and looking into options, Mom decided to go for it.  The job would involve moving a wall a little further into the garage, which was the impetus to finally go through the numerous childhood time capsules and other relics buried in the depths of the garage.

The only way to make the final disposition of treasure or trash for all these artifacts was to gather all the interested parties.  On Saturday, March 5th, 2011, Ryan, Nathan, Ben, and I flew to El Paso for a whirlwind weekend of treasure hunting (Megan had cleaned out her junk years before).

We found all kinds of great stuff.

Clothes that didn't fit anymore (soccer jerseys, leather pants and shoes, a German coat, and lederhosen)

 Remnants of a childhood scalping ("Ryan's (3) hair pulled out in a fight with Matt (4)")

Our now antique childhood Commodore 128 computer with Battle Chess.

Childhood projects (Nathan's model of our house at 7716 Iroquois, Ryan's personal symbol routed into wood, Ryan's Micromachine car dealership, and a model car)

A bunch of my high school artwork.

Rastafarian headgear complete with dreads (Erin joined us for the festivities).

A banner from Ryan's brief boxing career which culminated with his national championship fight televised on ESPN2.

Remnants of Ryan's beloved first car, a cherry red 1966 Mustang, which he rebuilt in that same garage.

 Evidence of Ryan's in house auto body work including painting his customized Corvette.

Some signs from Ryan's first business startup, Breakthrough Computers.

Old pictures of Mom (so pretty) and Dad too.

It was a weekend well spent on memory lane, and I was sad to see it end.