Here are some other things I've found around the house. These came from the yard:
The Clam Shells
For some reason I hear this dialogue in Granny Sue's voice.
Mom: "Tommy, have you seen my good silver serving spoon?"
My parents star in this one.
Husband: "Are you sure you want to throw these out?"
Wife: "YES. They don't hold a seal anymore. See how the metal has worn out around the edges. The milk glass inserts are slipping out of the one. Everything has a lifespan, honey. Let it go!"
The Red Glass Slag with the Yellow Streaks
Mother: "Emmy goes everywhere with that piece of red glass her father brought her home from the glass factory. Carries it around everywhere, and calls it her Princess Ruby."
Aunt: "Ah, to be that young again and full of imagination. And energy! If they could bottle that, they could make a million!"
Mother: "And she does have an imagination!"
The Broken Gas Line
Father: "We were lucky. The fire was only small, but it did a number on the boiler. I'll have to replace it."
Neighbor: "Lucky for you that your house was saved. It could have burned down your whole house - good thing you thought quick and turned off the gas."
Father: "Yes, the fireman called it a "flash burn"*. It did a number on the basement ceiling, though."
*There actually is a flash burn on the basement ceiling, from where the former boiler exploded. It could have happened...*
The Green Croquet Ball
During a summer family evening, full of lightning bugs, the smell of lilacs, and laughter:
"Anyone seen the green croquet ball*?"
"Nope. We've looked everywhere and no one found it."
"Oh well, it will turn up eventually!"
*(I found it in the hostas by the back porch.)
The Blue and White China Bits
Great-granddaughter: "I hate that I broke grandma's china bowl. My stupid, slippery hands! She'd be so mad at me if she knew I broke it!"
Mother: "I don't think she'd be mad at you, honey. She used her dishes - and she'd be happy to have you use them. She never did put things up to collect dust. 'Use yer dishes' she always said! So no, I don't think she'd be mad at you."
Great-granddaughter: "Still... I hate that I broke it..."
The Clock Weight
Grandson: "Grandpa's clock is off. I've got to go get a new weight for it, I think."
Mother: "Well, are you sure you know what you're doing? You might make it worse."
Grandson: "How? It don't keep good time now. What could I mess up? Maybe make it go back in time?"
Mother: *laughing* "Maybe! Crazy as he was, his clock might actually do that!"
Grandson: *laughing* "Yeah. I think I'll get a new weight for it."
Now it's your turn. Everyone out there - write a story about this. I'm not sure what it is, but it is solid iron, about 3 inches square, and was lying by the back porch near the drainspout. Best story gets to pick which room of the house I write about next!
Good luck, and have fun with it!