the seller told claire her auntie had rescued the box from a rubbish skip in the city of perth. she said the children or grandchildren — she wasn't quite sure — were been quite ruthless in clearing out a house a deceased estate. how could anyone do that? this was a treasure box. you know, a self—contained treasure box. rather than write a diary, she's kept a visual and tactile diary of that day and the events leading up to it. it is of historical value. so, how did the dress get from plymouth to perth? fred and gertrude never had children, and when they died the box and its contents were handed down through the extended family, finally being sent to a distant relative in australia. why it ended up in the rubbish isn't clear. getrude's dress and her box of memories now have pride of place