There are layers and layers of paper and linoleum and wood and pieces of fiber and dust and nails. I took them out in gently and carefully, so I could read little bits of the newspaper.
There were some pretty cool pieces of clippings and history under my floors.
There are little snippets of ads and cartoons-Annie Rooney-and articles on voting and politics and Truman and the Nazis.
I have saved the pieces to do something with later. This stuff is gold.