“What are they?” asked Darla as Kevin pulled the box of parts out from under the wooden shelf.
“I can"t see. Shine that light down here.”
He sorted through the dust covered box. The various tubes, Bakelite cover, boards, and faded gray rubber coated wires were dust-coated brown from their long sojourn in the shed.
“Hell, it looks like old radio parts. Like when instead of buying a radio in the store, you bought the parts and built your own. See, this box has a plug-in for an ear. Only one person at a time could listen to the radio.”
“You are kidding me, aren"t you?”
He grinned. “Nope. This could be fun. Let"s keep it. I"m just wondering who it belonged to. Your grandmother wasn"t very old when they moved here, was she?”
“No she wasn"t but four or five. It must have been her father"s.
