The old house where I spent my childhood is set to be demolished. The sign "No Entry" is being ignored. I want to spend some time once more in the familiar rooms between the attic and the basement. Perhaps a memory has been left behind somewhere? In the basement, there is a surprise! On a shelf, which must have belonged to our family, there are several unopened jars filled with various fruits. I spontaneously decide to take them all with me. A good decision, as each jar I open brings a story to mind. They are quirky, funny, and also serious, of course true events from long ago - sometimes from the present. With these jars, I possess a treasure, proof that our everyday life is full of mysterious, exciting experiences - both past and present.