Iadmit I’m a hoarder. I’ve always been a hoarder. I like to think of my hoard as ‘my souvenirs,’ the name I gave my juvenile memorabilia, once kept in a battered tin box we all referred to as ‘The Trunk’.
Which was itself an heirloom, having gone through WWI with my Granddad. Even as a child I had a strong sense of family history and felt it fell to me to be the family archivist.
