"We're bored, Grandma," whined Hector as he slumped down in a kitchen chair. His sister and cousins nodded.
"Well," said Grandma, "you could help me with the housework then." A chorus of groans made her smile. "Perhaps I know of something else that might be just what you are looking for..." She allowed her voice to trail off. Then she walked out of the kitchen and gestured for the children to follow.
The thumping of feet boomed up the staircase to the second floor and then to the steps leading to the attic. There, Grandma stopped and faced her troop.
"When your parents were small, we made costumes for a local theatre group. When the group broke up, we got all the costumes back again. I have them hanging in the attic. Your parents will be here at supper time. You might each find a costume you like, but I want you to tell me something about the person who might have worn it."
"That sounds like fun," said Hector, as he led the group up the stairs.
"Just try not to make a mess!" Grandma called up the steps after them.
The light came through the high window in dusty beams. In spite of that, it wasn't very bright. The bare bulb with the pull string gave them enough light to see by. There, along one wall hung many costumes, each in its own dry cleaning bag.
"Wow," said Angelo, "These must be at least 100 years old!"
"Don't be a dork," said Mindy. "Grandma isn't even that old."
One by one, the costumes were uncovered. Some were plain suits, three were animal costumes, and a few were dresses in different styles. The ones which made Hector and Angelo really happy were the pirate and swordsman costumes.
Grandma smiled as she listened to the squeals and laughter. Then she went back downstairs. The day passed quickly. At the end of the afternoon, each child was wearing a costume. They paraded through the kitchen for Grandma to see.