Man Inherits House From Grandparents  — Then Finds This Chest In Backyard

He opened one of the notebooks. It was written in his grandfather’s hand, the same cursive he’d seen on basement labels. But these weren’t journal entries or to-do lists. They were stories. Paragraphs upon paragraphs of memories, often starting with a date. One began, “October 5, 1947 — I met Anna at the harvest dance. She wore red shoes.”