pA lot of adventures begin in the minds of children rambling around dark corners of an old camel-back trunk. Hidden deep in the corners of the musty old treasure chest were secrets of vast proportions about things kids should not question. For a child to get in the trunk was a death-defying act. But the curious minds of children pushed that thought aside for another day. Hidden in the trunk were strange relics of years gone by. An old paper umbrella from the orient tucked safely away was someone's souvenir. A pair of old wire-rimmed glasses rested on the tray. On the bottom of the old trunk, a woman's black hat laid with a veil stretched across the front to be pulled down over the eyes. Women wore black hats at a funeral or at church on Sunday.ppbrppThere were notepads for the farm and lists of the cotton crop sold and livestock bought. Old black and white photos of people not smiling and awkwardly poised stashed away in the trunk's tray protected in plastic. Envelopes of newspaper cli