this isn’t ‘cleaning out their home’, but when my husband died a few years ago i found several notes/letters he had scattered in various places around our home, written to me in advance (he had terminal cancer & knew he was dying). some were marked ‘open when you can’t stop crying’ ‘open when the holidays are too rough’ ‘open when you have to put one of the cats to sleep’.
they didn’t contain any secrets but they are heartbreakingly beautiful.
A diary with only a few entries from my uncle who lived alone. One of the entries was about how sad he was to have never met anyone or had children and how lonely he was. Broke my heart.
I’m African American and my husband is white. My father faced a lot of prejudice during his lifetime and I was terrified of telling him that the ‘white guy’ I’d been on a date or two with I was getting serious with. The first time I brought my now husband home, my dad was courteous but distant. Miraculously, by the second time my father literally gushed all over my husband. Even my siblings were shocked. When we got married, he was beaming. It was odd, but I was just happy my husband had won him over.
My mom died in 2014 and my father in 2021. When my siblings and I went to clean out the house, in his safe along with other important documents, we found letters that my husband had written to my father 24 years before about how he felt about me, how he was serious about his relationship with me, how he was planning to go to law school (he did, he’s an attorney now) how he respected that he’d gone through so much in his lifetime, and eventually how he loved me and how with his blessing, he was going to propose. My husband never told me he’d written my father and my father never told me he’d been corresponding with my husband. It was so emotional finding those. I still tear up when I think about it. When I got home, my husband finally showed me the letters my father had written back.
My uncle didn’t die of brain cancer which was communicated to the family. He died of HIV. He was gay, he was madly in love with his partner, and because his immediate family his partner was not allowed in the hospital to say goodbye. I inherited some of my uncle’s things. In it was a large stack of love letters from his partner. They were so in love, and hid it from everyone. It hurts.
Grandpa did drawings of the faces of the people he killed in WW2. Nobody knows why but my grandma said he had a lot of guilt over the things he saw so my guess is he didn’t want to forget them or didn’t feel like he should be allowed to forget them.
My grandpa died when he was 80 – his wife died 21 years before him she was only 55. He never really got over it.
When we were cleaning up his stuff we found an old simple birthday card written by my grandma for my grandpa a couple months before she died. On the back of the card, there were 21 lines written in pencil. Each year, my grandpa would write on the back of the card the date and the year of his new birthday. With a different small note beside it each year. Like, “miss you terribly this time”, or “you would have liked the weather today”.
All up to his last birthday. Broke my heart. The greatest love I’ve ever witnessed.
My dad was in hospice at home for a couple months before he died of lung cancer, and when I went to clean out his house I found that he had already sorted and packed away most of his personal treasures in couple storage bins. It was heartbreaking all over again thinking of him sitting there packing up his own life knowing it was coming to an end.
Elderly aunt had a hidden room with staircase to basement area no one knew about. She and her son had a meth lab.
This was in the 90’s in Philly.
Blew us all away.
My brother found giant pickle jars of coins, mostly pennies, in our grandpas garage. Turned it into cash and it was nearly 400 dollars. He took everyone helping clean that day to my grandpas favorite restaurant for dinner. 🥰
My mother and her siblings found a still in my 91 yr old great grandmothers cellar. She always grew a huge potato crop. My little old Polish great-grandmother was making vodka apparently.
After my Grandfather died, I asked my Dad to quietly go through his Dad’s bedroom while I took my Grandmother out to lunch. I explained that GrandDad might have racy magazines about, that would be upsetting to GrandMa if she found them. So just, be a good son and save your Mom from that.
When we got back, my Dad was nearly hysterical, half laughing, half barfing, and pulled me into the garage to debrief. Apparently, my Grandfather was exactly the devout Catholic that he had appeared to be. And what my poor father had found in the bedside table was a stack of cheesecake pictures – of his own mother.
My dad passed away in 1994 (I was 28). While going through his safe I found some adoption papers. While reading through them I got excited at the prospect I might have a brother out there somewhere (I was raised as an only child) but couldn’t understand why my parents never told me that they’d adopted a child but never told me. After rereading them, I realized that they papers were about me. After confronting my family about this turns out everyone – family, close friends, I mean everyone, knew I was adopted. Except me. That was a fun day.
Not mine, but happened in my old neighbourhood: some old dude died of cancer, his daughter and her boyfriend cleaned out a garage he was renting and found human body parts. The police got involved and it was revealed that the guy was a serial killer who murdered at least five women, though the exact number of his victims is unknown.
My parents were getting back together.
Dad died at 50 of a heart attack, mom was devastated. Her health declined rapidly and she died at 49 three months later. I cleaned out both their homes and found calls, texts, and love letters. They wanted to be together again but didn’t want to put their kids and grandkids through a reconciliation until they were confident it’d work out.
I knew she’d be devastated, they had been together almost thirty years, but they were two years divorced and casually seeing other people. They seemed to be thriving apart. So it was a shock when the grief was so strong that it took all the life out of her. She died of cancer, but the doctor also diagnosed her with Failure to Thrive brought on by the loss of my dad, and said that it may have been possible for her to live longer and even receive treatment if the Failure to Thrive hadn’t taken everything she was before her cancer diagnosis.
The only thing worse than losing my dad was watching my mom live without him, so at the end of the day, I’m grateful she didn’t live without him for long. She never would have had peace here again. She found her peace with him on the other side.
Not really a secret but cleaning out my gay brothers sex toy collection in front of my father wasn’t a lot of fun
I’m a huge dorkus. Have worked in three comic shops. Have a huge collection. When the gf that would eventually become the wife and I moved into a house together, She flipped her s**t about how many long boxes of comics I had and the space they took up. Sports cards and binders of other non-sports cards… huge Magic the Gathering collection as well. We lived in that house for six years. Me and the son moved out after she passed away. As I was going through the closet my comics and binders of cards where in I found two small boxes that were NOT MINE… I found her collection of Pokémon cards and a full set of Nightmare Before Christmas cards. With her hand written notes on the set list. She had added her small collection of books to mine without me even knowing.
My wife was a secret nerd.
I had a falling out with my father when I was 21. Fast forward 18 years when died, and I found stacks of pictures, notes, and articles about me. My stepmom said he was always proud of me, and didn’t know how to say he was sorry.
Grandfather worked on the Manhattan Project as a master machinist. We didn’t know until he passed away in 1993 when we found various specifications and directives written to him by Oppenheimer, Fermi, Teller and General Groves.
We all secretly knew he had thousands of dollars in cash hidden in his house. What we didn’t know was how much and that each of us knew of different stashes. The one I knew about had about $9800. While cleaning out his house we discovered a total of $160,000+ . It was a helluva Easter egg hunt.
Cleaning out my grandparent’s house after they passed away…
We found a booklet on sexual anatomy, a penis eraser, a penis that my grandma had crocheted and there were walnuts in the “nut sack”, and a drawing my grandpa did of my grandma wearing nothing but a feather boa.
My grandmother hid 5k cash in her vacuum cleaner. Good thing I opened it to change the bag before I donated it. She also had a kitchen drawer completely full of the rubber bands from her daily newspaper delivery. Nothing else but those..
We found a box containing an old KKK robe in my grandpas closet after he passed. Apparently my great grandfather (his father) was a member of the Klan. So that’s a fun little snippet of family history we had absolutely no knowledge of. I believe my uncle took the robe and burned it.
A family friend (50s) was moving stuff from his mothers storage locker after she passed,opened a box of documents and inside was his adoption papers HE WAS ADOPTED!!! TURNS OUT his aunt who is significantly younger had a teen pregnancy and to avoid controversy at the time the newly married older sister just adopted him.
We all knew this one uncle had a second family. We expected drama at the funeral.
No one was expecting his third family to show up. Wife. Three kids. This new family knew the rest of the family by name from pictures. How we are all related, names, hobbies. That was a wildly bizarre experience.
We knew my originally British, naturalized Canadian great-grandmother had been an enthusiastic amateur historian, who had been fascinated by Britain’s war with Napoleon – not for the least reason because she was herself tangentially related to the Duke of Wellington’s family, via a cousin’s marriage to his son’s nephew, or some connection equally obscure and tenuous.
What we *didn’t* know is that, likely in preparation for a book she never wrote, as a young woman she had actually interviewed several dozen elderly English, French and Spanish veterans about their experiences during that war – including three actual survivors of Waterloo (two English, one French), and an aide-de-camp to Spanish General Francisco Javier Castaños, at the time he handed the Napoleonic army its very first defeat in the field, and captured nearly 20,000 French troops at the Battle of Bailen (1808).
But there it was, stored in a wooden egg crate under her iron-framed bed, among old calendars, untested recipe clippings and copies of *Family Circle* magazine: a manuscript with nearly three hundred pages of transcribed military memoirs – all laid out in three languages (in which she was fluent) in her elegant, Spencerian hand.
My parents donated her manuscript to the Imperial War Museum, where no doubt it will never have human eyes laid on it again.
Coming from a conservative household it was incredibly shocking to find out my uncle was a deeply closeted gay man. Shocking but it made sense. He was always well groomed, nails manicured (no polish just really neat nails) impeccable classic style, he had a lot of friend who were girls but no girlfriends and no male friends.
My dad never fully gave up the cult he was a part of. Held on to a lot of their stuff, despite telling my mom he got rid of it all.
Many years ago I went with my dad and aunt to clean out my great uncle’s apartment after he passed away. He was never married, no kids, and lived (we thought) very poor. Tiny apartment with a twin bed, table and chair, a couple of pots and pans, a couple pants& shirts, and that’s basically it.
As we stripped the bed and moved the mattress, we were shocked. He had hundreds of stacks of 10 dollar bills, wrapped in rubber bands, under his mattress. They were all 10 dollar bills. He lived during the Depression and didn’t trust banks, apparently, but we had no idea he had so much cash. He never spent it on anything. Just bundled it and saved it under his mattress. Some of the bills were so old and yellowed. It equaled thousands of dollars. We had no idea.
Mine was confirmation of a wild story. My grandfather served in Korea, for years there was a tall tale about how he won a “house” in Korea, (unsure how to phrase this politely online) that it included the family who owned it and essentially anyone who worked there in a game of poker. That when he returned home, after a few years of receiving letters and small payments my grand mother told him to give the ownership back the the family.
I don’t think anyone really believed him when the story was told, over and over again, my grand mother died when I was young so couldn’t ask her if it was true.
When he passed away and we were cleaning out the house, we found the letters from the family and the letter from the lawyer gramps used to officially return ownership.
My grandpa owned a pleasure house in Korea, is a sentence that’s hard to say.
I, as a joke once, made thong underwear on a merch website with my cats face on them and my signature. The description just said “so you can wear my pussy on your pussy.” My friends found this hilarious and bought them up of course. I got numerous Snapchats of thong photos for a while…
We forgot about this for years.
My best friend passed away in a motorcycle accident last year. His family called me while cleaning out his house a month or so after… they were wondering why they found thongs with my signature in his closet.
I never thought I’d have to explain that one. Luckily, they thought it was incredible and we all shared some good laughs. 😅
I was cleaning out my grandparents house and found photos from my mom’s first wedding. She never told me she was married before my dad. I finally talked to her about it the other day. According to her it doesn’t count because she had it annulled. My mom didn’t even spend the wedding night with him, she called my grandpa and made him come get her. My mom only married the guy as a way to get back at her ex boyfriend that she was in love with. She’s now on her technically 4th marriage and it’s to a woman. I guess she gave up on men.
Our (single/62 yr old) uncle died in the mid 1970’s and when our mom and her sister went to clean out his apartment they found mass quantities of hard core pornography, his bedroom was decorated like a young girls (think Montgomery Wards French Provincial Canopy Bed Suite), and the mattress had a hole bored into it about waist high. My brothers had to maneuver said mattress down 3 flights of stairs so their recollections of our Uncle Bunny have become hysterical family lore.
My grandmother, we discovered, had a decent sized safety deposit box full of gold bars. She kept meticulous records of her finances and business dealings as she was a very successful author. Yet no record of the purchase or the existence of these gold bars was in any of her records. We have no idea of how, when or why they were acquired. I’d love to know.
Birth certificate for a half brother I didn’t know anything about.
ETA: His name is Daniel ( I tear up occasionally when I hear Elton John sing Daniel)
He is 14 years older than me. He was adopted by his stepfather when he was 3. My Dad only saw him a couple of times, he was married to his Mom but they divorced after a few months and She took Daniel and moved across the country. He knows he has 1/2 sibs but doesn’t want to meet us or have a relationship. The weirdest thing about it, he is a carbon copy of my dad.
Bonus surprises, I never knew my Dad was married before my mom. I also found out that my Mom was married before my Dad too. No kids, apparently her 1st hubs used my mom as his beard. He married her and 3 days later moved to Hollywood with his “best friend”to become a star. They got divorced on their 1 year wedding anniversary.
My uncle, who had been sober for about twenty years before his passing, had dozens of full bottles of liquor in his basement. He bought them over the time he was sober for and for some reason had them all stored neatly in boxes. One of his old service buddies said that he was probably buying them to honor the people he lost in Vietnam, as he stopped going to the VFW and events when he stopped drinking. He had a lot of survivors’ guilt.
Not deceased, but when my grandmother sold her house and moved to a small apartment because she couldn’t manage the house and garden anymore, we found loads and loads of chocolate in her cupboards.
She had lived extremely healthy (not fanatic and not pushing it on others), but at some point she apparently just decided that enough is enough and started buying loads of chocolate. I guess the habit was strong as there was quite a lot of chocolate lying around still.
My parents got divorced almost 50 years ago. When I cleaned out my old man’s place thirty years later he had a written out accusation that my mother cheated. I know who he referred to and honestly…he was probably right.
My old man was pretty hard to take most of the time so the divorce wasn’t a shock. My mother cheating doesn’t seem much of a surprise, but that he kept this in writing was…I’m guessing it was his last blame volley from beyond.
That my sister was about to leave her boyfriend. (never married, no common law but together like 14 years)
She found out he was cheating, had other kids he was paying child support on, and he was abusive.
Also found out my parents are ok with that and even enabling him.
I’ve cut them out of my life. (for that and other reasons)
Grandma and Great Aunt wrote letters to each other nearly every single day during WWII.
They had absolutely nothing interesting to say.
It was utterly shocking how non-eventful it all was. It was all stuff like “well we had ham for dinner” and local neighbor gossip that wasn’t even intriguing in the least.
Like imagine you came across a treasure trove of 2020 posts and not a single one mentioned quarantine, the pandemic, social distancing, corona, vaccines, masks, or absolutely any of it. Like you couldn’t even tell 2020 was happening.
That’s what these wartime letters were like. Eerie stuff. My mom and I read boxes of them, and just… nothing.
Closest I got is that I think one of my uncles (one of my dad’s brothers) may have been trans, or at least a cross-dresser. If I started listing all the reasons that I always assumed over the years that he was not straight, I’d be here all day. TL:DR, I always figured he was either gay or bi and closeted, and I know my mom thought so too, and remaining closeted made sense to me as our family was largely conservative.
He passed way back in ’08 when he was only 61, and I was only 32. When we were cleaning out his things, my mom and I found several eye shadow palettes, some lipstick, and setting powder, all obviously used, and no, there’s no chance it belonged to anyone else. I don’t think she ever pointed it out to my dad. I still have some of the eyeshadow palettes tucked away somewhere
I wish he’d taken better care of himself. I wish I’d had the proverbial balls to just ask him about it. I know that he didn’t hold the same prejudices in that regard as much of my family did, and he knew that I didn’t either. But I never wanted to ask directly because I never wanted to put pressure on him. I *know* how our family was/is, and we were still in the age of don’t ask/don’t tell. I’ve used he/him throughout, because that’s all he ever openly identified as and I’ll never truly know one way or the other, but I will always hold some regret that he may well have died without ever having been able to be open about who he was
It was my cousin and that he was gay. Everyone suspected it but nobody said anything about it beyond that he had a bad breakup when he was young (with a woman) and that made him a bachelor for the rest of his life.
The *big* stack of men-themed magazines I found in his closet suggested otherwise.
My grandfather was put in a juvenile home in the 40s. My aunt found letters my grandfather received while there when she was cleaning out his house after he died. One was from a sister teasing him about how she bet he wished he was in school instead for once. Apparently, a neighbor had accused my grandfather of stealing a chicken, and he was taken away. My great grandfather had died, so my grandfather was the man of the house, and my great-grandmother didn’t speak English. We don’t know many details, other than that he was there for close to a year. My grandfather’s older brother was injured in the war and sent back to the States to recover, and once he was able to walk again, he got my grandfather out. The neighbor who called the police on my grandfather was my grandmother’s mother.
My aunt had been engaged decades before her death. The engagement was called off because he cheated on her. When she died we have dozens of letters and cards he had sent her over the years. He apparently never stopped writing trying to get her back and she never told anyone she was getting these letters.
My wife’s bio-grandfather was a career Air Force Master Sergeant. He passed and he got roped into helping clean out the house.
We found porn. So much porn. Knee high mountains of porn mags in every cabinet we could reach. And it wasn’t classic stuff from his service days. There were mags that were dated only a few months before he died. The subscriptions were current.
When sorting through my grandma’s affairs after she passed my father found that my uncle had been stealing from her back account and racking up debt around $18,000 on her credit cards gambling online. To make it worse he was doing it while she was suffering from dementia. My father who was almost 70 at the time was basically forced to take out a mortgage on my grandma’s house that my grandparents paid off back in the 70’s. He’s always been a bit of a scumbag but that was sickening
My great grandmother was one of survivors from a religious persecution in my home country.
She hid an old English Bible, translated Bible (all hand written in my native language), blood stained English dictionary (really old and bad conditon), cross pendants and etc.
A group of researchers paid my grand mother for the hand written Bible. It was a pretty interesting material for researchers to study my native language around late 1800s.
She did not want her children to be punished because of her action at that time, so majority of my family did not know about it.
this isn't 'cleaning out their home', but when my husband died a few years ago i found several notes/letters he had scattered in various places around our home, written to me in advance (he had terminal cancer & knew he was dying). some were marked 'open when you can't stop crying' 'open when the holidays are too rough' 'open when you have to put one of the cats to sleep'.
they didn't contain any secrets but they are heartbreakingly beautiful.
I'm African American and my husband is white. My father faced a lot of prejudice during his lifetime and I was terrified of telling him that the 'white guy' I'd been on a date or two with I was getting serious with. The first time I brought my now husband home, my dad was courteous but distant. Miraculously, by the second time my father literally gushed all over my husband. Even my siblings were shocked. When we got married, he was beaming. It was odd, but I was just happy my husband had won him over.
My mom died in 2014 and my father in 2021. When my siblings and I went to clean out the house, in his safe along with other important documents, we found letters that my husband had written to my father 24 years before about how he felt about me, how he was serious about his relationship with me, how he was planning to go to law school (he did, he's an attorney now) how he respected that he'd gone through so much in his lifetime, and eventually how he loved me and how with his blessing, he was going to propose. My husband never told me he'd written my father and my father never told me he'd been corresponding with my husband. It was so emotional finding those. I still tear up when I think about it. When I got home, my husband finally showed me the letters my father had written back.
My uncle didn’t die of brain cancer which was communicated to the family. He died of HIV. He was gay, he was madly in love with his partner, and because his immediate family his partner was not allowed in the hospital to say goodbye. I inherited some of my uncle’s things. In it was a large stack of love letters from his partner. They were so in love, and hid it from everyone. It hurts.
Grandpa did drawings of the faces of the people he killed in WW2. Nobody knows why but my grandma said he had a lot of guilt over the things he saw so my guess is he didn't want to forget them or didn't feel like he should be allowed to forget them.
My grandpa died when he was 80 - his wife died 21 years before him she was only 55. He never really got over it.
When we were cleaning up his stuff we found an old simple birthday card written by my grandma for my grandpa a couple months before she died. On the back of the card, there were 21 lines written in pencil. Each year, my grandpa would write on the back of the card the date and the year of his new birthday. With a different small note beside it each year. Like, “miss you terribly this time”, or “you would have liked the weather today”.
All up to his last birthday. Broke my heart. The greatest love I’ve ever witnessed.
My dad was in hospice at home for a couple months before he died of lung cancer, and when I went to clean out his house I found that he had already sorted and packed away most of his personal treasures in couple storage bins. It was heartbreaking all over again thinking of him sitting there packing up his own life knowing it was coming to an end.
Elderly aunt had a hidden room with staircase to basement area no one knew about. She and her son had a meth lab.
This was in the 90’s in Philly.
Blew us all away.
My brother found giant pickle jars of coins, mostly pennies, in our grandpas garage. Turned it into cash and it was nearly 400 dollars. He took everyone helping clean that day to my grandpas favorite restaurant for dinner. 🥰
My mother and her siblings found a still in my 91 yr old great grandmothers cellar. She always grew a huge potato crop. My little old Polish great-grandmother was making vodka apparently.
After my Grandfather died, I asked my Dad to quietly go through his Dad's bedroom while I took my Grandmother out to lunch. I explained that GrandDad might have racy magazines about, that would be upsetting to GrandMa if she found them. So just, be a good son and save your Mom from that.
When we got back, my Dad was nearly hysterical, half laughing, half barfing, and pulled me into the garage to debrief. Apparently, my Grandfather was exactly the devout Catholic that he had appeared to be. And what my poor father had found in the bedside table was a stack of cheesecake pictures - of his own mother.
My dad passed away in 1994 (I was 28). While going through his safe I found some adoption papers. While reading through them I got excited at the prospect I might have a brother out there somewhere (I was raised as an only child) but couldn't understand why my parents never told me that they'd adopted a child but never told me. After rereading them, I realized that they papers were about me. After confronting my family about this turns out everyone - family, close friends, I mean everyone, knew I was adopted. Except me. That was a fun day.
Not mine, but happened in my old neighbourhood: some old dude died of cancer, his daughter and her boyfriend cleaned out a garage he was renting and found human body parts. The police got involved and it was revealed that the guy was a serial killer who murdered at least five women, though the exact number of his victims is unknown.
My parents were getting back together.
Dad died at 50 of a heart attack, mom was devastated. Her health declined rapidly and she died at 49 three months later. I cleaned out both their homes and found calls, texts, and love letters. They wanted to be together again but didn't want to put their kids and grandkids through a reconciliation until they were confident it'd work out.
I knew she'd be devastated, they had been together almost thirty years, but they were two years divorced and casually seeing other people. They seemed to be thriving apart. So it was a shock when the grief was so strong that it took all the life out of her. She died of cancer, but the doctor also diagnosed her with Failure to Thrive brought on by the loss of my dad, and said that it may have been possible for her to live longer and even receive treatment if the Failure to Thrive hadn't taken everything she was before her cancer diagnosis.
The only thing worse than losing my dad was watching my mom live without him, so at the end of the day, I'm grateful she didn't live without him for long. She never would have had peace here again. She found her peace with him on the other side.
Not really a secret but cleaning out my gay brothers sex toy collection in front of my father wasn't a lot of fun
I'm a huge dorkus. Have worked in three comic shops. Have a huge collection. When the gf that would eventually become the wife and I moved into a house together, She flipped her s**t about how many long boxes of comics I had and the space they took up. Sports cards and binders of other non-sports cards... huge Magic the Gathering collection as well. We lived in that house for six years. Me and the son moved out after she passed away. As I was going through the closet my comics and binders of cards where in I found two small boxes that were NOT MINE... I found her collection of Pokémon cards and a full set of Nightmare Before Christmas cards. With her hand written notes on the set list. She had added her small collection of books to mine without me even knowing.
My wife was a secret nerd.
I had a falling out with my father when I was 21. Fast forward 18 years when died, and I found stacks of pictures, notes, and articles about me. My stepmom said he was always proud of me, and didn't know how to say he was sorry.
Grandfather worked on the Manhattan Project as a master machinist. We didn't know until he passed away in 1993 when we found various specifications and directives written to him by Oppenheimer, Fermi, Teller and General Groves.
We all secretly knew he had thousands of dollars in cash hidden in his house. What we didn't know was how much and that each of us knew of different stashes. The one I knew about had about $9800. While cleaning out his house we discovered a total of $160,000+ . It was a helluva Easter egg hunt.
Cleaning out my grandparent's house after they passed away...
We found a booklet on sexual anatomy, a penis eraser, a penis that my grandma had crocheted and there were walnuts in the "nut sack", and a drawing my grandpa did of my grandma wearing nothing but a feather boa.
My grandmother hid 5k cash in her vacuum cleaner. Good thing I opened it to change the bag before I donated it. She also had a kitchen drawer completely full of the rubber bands from her daily newspaper delivery. Nothing else but those..
We found a box containing an old KKK robe in my grandpas closet after he passed. Apparently my great grandfather (his father) was a member of the Klan. So that’s a fun little snippet of family history we had absolutely no knowledge of. I believe my uncle took the robe and burned it.
A family friend (50s) was moving stuff from his mothers storage locker after she passed,opened a box of documents and inside was his adoption papers HE WAS ADOPTED!!! TURNS OUT his aunt who is significantly younger had a teen pregnancy and to avoid controversy at the time the newly married older sister just adopted him.
We all knew this one uncle had a second family. We expected drama at the funeral.
No one was expecting his third family to show up. Wife. Three kids. This new family knew the rest of the family by name from pictures. How we are all related, names, hobbies. That was a wildly bizarre experience.
We knew my originally British, naturalized Canadian great-grandmother had been an enthusiastic amateur historian, who had been fascinated by Britain’s war with Napoleon - not for the least reason because she was herself tangentially related to the Duke of Wellington’s family, via a cousin’s marriage to his son’s nephew, or some connection equally obscure and tenuous.
What we *didn’t* know is that, likely in preparation for a book she never wrote, as a young woman she had actually interviewed several dozen elderly English, French and Spanish veterans about their experiences during that war - including three actual survivors of Waterloo (two English, one French), and an aide-de-camp to Spanish General Francisco Javier Castaños, at the time he handed the Napoleonic army its very first defeat in the field, and captured nearly 20,000 French troops at the Battle of Bailen (1808).
But there it was, stored in a wooden egg crate under her iron-framed bed, among old calendars, untested recipe clippings and copies of *Family Circle* magazine: a manuscript with nearly three hundred pages of transcribed military memoirs - all laid out in three languages (in which she was fluent) in her elegant, Spencerian hand.
My parents donated her manuscript to the Imperial War Museum, where no doubt it will never have human eyes laid on it again.
Coming from a conservative household it was incredibly shocking to find out my uncle was a deeply closeted gay man. Shocking but it made sense. He was always well groomed, nails manicured (no polish just really neat nails) impeccable classic style, he had a lot of friend who were girls but no girlfriends and no male friends.
My dad never fully gave up the cult he was a part of. Held on to a lot of their stuff, despite telling my mom he got rid of it all.
Many years ago I went with my dad and aunt to clean out my great uncle’s apartment after he passed away. He was never married, no kids, and lived (we thought) very poor. Tiny apartment with a twin bed, table and chair, a couple of pots and pans, a couple pants& shirts, and that’s basically it.
As we stripped the bed and moved the mattress, we were shocked. He had hundreds of stacks of 10 dollar bills, wrapped in rubber bands, under his mattress. They were all 10 dollar bills. He lived during the Depression and didn’t trust banks, apparently, but we had no idea he had so much cash. He never spent it on anything. Just bundled it and saved it under his mattress. Some of the bills were so old and yellowed. It equaled thousands of dollars. We had no idea.
Mine was confirmation of a wild story. My grandfather served in Korea, for years there was a tall tale about how he won a “house” in Korea, (unsure how to phrase this politely online) that it included the family who owned it and essentially anyone who worked there in a game of poker. That when he returned home, after a few years of receiving letters and small payments my grand mother told him to give the ownership back the the family.
I don’t think anyone really believed him when the story was told, over and over again, my grand mother died when I was young so couldn’t ask her if it was true.
When he passed away and we were cleaning out the house, we found the letters from the family and the letter from the lawyer gramps used to officially return ownership.
My grandpa owned a pleasure house in Korea, is a sentence that’s hard to say.
I, as a joke once, made thong underwear on a merch website with my cats face on them and my signature. The description just said “so you can wear my pussy on your pussy.” My friends found this hilarious and bought them up of course. I got numerous Snapchats of thong photos for a while…
We forgot about this for years.
My best friend passed away in a motorcycle accident last year. His family called me while cleaning out his house a month or so after… they were wondering why they found thongs with my signature in his closet.
I never thought I’d have to explain that one. Luckily, they thought it was incredible and we all shared some good laughs. 😅
I was cleaning out my grandparents house and found photos from my mom's first wedding. She never told me she was married before my dad. I finally talked to her about it the other day. According to her it doesn't count because she had it annulled. My mom didn't even spend the wedding night with him, she called my grandpa and made him come get her. My mom only married the guy as a way to get back at her ex boyfriend that she was in love with. She's now on her technically 4th marriage and it's to a woman. I guess she gave up on men.
Our (single/62 yr old) uncle died in the mid 1970's and when our mom and her sister went to clean out his apartment they found mass quantities of hard core pornography, his bedroom was decorated like a young girls (think Montgomery Wards French Provincial Canopy Bed Suite), and the mattress had a hole bored into it about waist high. My brothers had to maneuver said mattress down 3 flights of stairs so their recollections of our Uncle Bunny have become hysterical family lore.
My grandmother, we discovered, had a decent sized safety deposit box full of gold bars. She kept meticulous records of her finances and business dealings as she was a very successful author. Yet no record of the purchase or the existence of these gold bars was in any of her records. We have no idea of how, when or why they were acquired. I’d love to know.
Birth certificate for a half brother I didn’t know anything about.
ETA: His name is Daniel ( I tear up occasionally when I hear Elton John sing Daniel)
He is 14 years older than me. He was adopted by his stepfather when he was 3. My Dad only saw him a couple of times, he was married to his Mom but they divorced after a few months and She took Daniel and moved across the country. He knows he has 1/2 sibs but doesn’t want to meet us or have a relationship. The weirdest thing about it, he is a carbon copy of my dad.
Bonus surprises, I never knew my Dad was married before my mom. I also found out that my Mom was married before my Dad too. No kids, apparently her 1st hubs used my mom as his beard. He married her and 3 days later moved to Hollywood with his “best friend”to become a star. They got divorced on their 1 year wedding anniversary.
My uncle, who had been sober for about twenty years before his passing, had dozens of full bottles of liquor in his basement. He bought them over the time he was sober for and for some reason had them all stored neatly in boxes. One of his old service buddies said that he was probably buying them to honor the people he lost in Vietnam, as he stopped going to the VFW and events when he stopped drinking. He had a lot of survivors’ guilt.
Not deceased, but when my grandmother sold her house and moved to a small apartment because she couldn't manage the house and garden anymore, we found loads and loads of chocolate in her cupboards.
She had lived extremely healthy (not fanatic and not pushing it on others), but at some point she apparently just decided that enough is enough and started buying loads of chocolate. I guess the habit was strong as there was quite a lot of chocolate lying around still.
My parents got divorced almost 50 years ago. When I cleaned out my old man's place thirty years later he had a written out accusation that my mother cheated. I know who he referred to and honestly...he was probably right.
My old man was pretty hard to take most of the time so the divorce wasn't a shock. My mother cheating doesn't seem much of a surprise, but that he kept this in writing was...I'm guessing it was his last blame volley from beyond.
That my sister was about to leave her boyfriend. (never married, no common law but together like 14 years)
She found out he was cheating, had other kids he was paying child support on, and he was abusive.
Also found out my parents are ok with that and even enabling him.
I've cut them out of my life. (for that and other reasons)
Grandma and Great Aunt wrote letters to each other nearly every single day during WWII.
They had absolutely nothing interesting to say.
It was utterly shocking how non-eventful it all was. It was all stuff like “well we had ham for dinner” and local neighbor gossip that wasn’t even intriguing in the least.
Like imagine you came across a treasure trove of 2020 posts and not a single one mentioned quarantine, the pandemic, social distancing, corona, vaccines, masks, or absolutely any of it. Like you couldn’t even tell 2020 was happening.
That’s what these wartime letters were like. Eerie stuff. My mom and I read boxes of them, and just… nothing.
Closest I got is that I think one of my uncles (one of my dad's brothers) may have been trans, or at least a cross-dresser. If I started listing all the reasons that I always assumed over the years that he was not straight, I'd be here all day. TL:DR, I always figured he was either gay or bi and closeted, and I know my mom thought so too, and remaining closeted made sense to me as our family was largely conservative.
He passed way back in '08 when he was only 61, and I was only 32. When we were cleaning out his things, my mom and I found several eye shadow palettes, some lipstick, and setting powder, all obviously used, and no, there's no chance it belonged to anyone else. I don't think she ever pointed it out to my dad. I still have some of the eyeshadow palettes tucked away somewhere
I wish he'd taken better care of himself. I wish I'd had the proverbial balls to just ask him about it. I know that he didn't hold the same prejudices in that regard as much of my family did, and he knew that I didn't either. But I never wanted to ask directly because I never wanted to put pressure on him. I *know* how our family was/is, and we were still in the age of don't ask/don't tell. I've used he/him throughout, because that's all he ever openly identified as and I'll never truly know one way or the other, but I will always hold some regret that he may well have died without ever having been able to be open about who he was
It was my cousin and that he was gay. Everyone suspected it but nobody said anything about it beyond that he had a bad breakup when he was young (with a woman) and that made him a bachelor for the rest of his life.
The *big* stack of men-themed magazines I found in his closet suggested otherwise.
My grandfather was put in a juvenile home in the 40s. My aunt found letters my grandfather received while there when she was cleaning out his house after he died. One was from a sister teasing him about how she bet he wished he was in school instead for once. Apparently, a neighbor had accused my grandfather of stealing a chicken, and he was taken away. My great grandfather had died, so my grandfather was the man of the house, and my great-grandmother didn't speak English. We don't know many details, other than that he was there for close to a year. My grandfather's older brother was injured in the war and sent back to the States to recover, and once he was able to walk again, he got my grandfather out. The neighbor who called the police on my grandfather was my grandmother's mother.
My aunt had been engaged decades before her death. The engagement was called off because he cheated on her. When she died we have dozens of letters and cards he had sent her over the years. He apparently never stopped writing trying to get her back and she never told anyone she was getting these letters.
My wife's bio-grandfather was a career Air Force Master Sergeant. He passed and he got roped into helping clean out the house.
We found porn. So much porn. Knee high mountains of porn mags in every cabinet we could reach. And it wasn't classic stuff from his service days. There were mags that were dated only a few months before he died. The subscriptions were current.
When sorting through my grandma's affairs after she passed my father found that my uncle had been stealing from her back account and racking up debt around $18,000 on her credit cards gambling online. To make it worse he was doing it while she was suffering from dementia. My father who was almost 70 at the time was basically forced to take out a mortgage on my grandma's house that my grandparents paid off back in the 70's. He's always been a bit of a scumbag but that was sickening
My great grandmother was one of survivors from a religious persecution in my home country.
She hid an old English Bible, translated Bible (all hand written in my native language), blood stained English dictionary (really old and bad conditon), cross pendants and etc.
A group of researchers paid my grand mother for the hand written Bible. It was a pretty interesting material for researchers to study my native language around late 1800s.
She did not want her children to be punished because of her action at that time, so majority of my family did not know about it.
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