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A Cotton-Pickin’ Sunbonnet
Heirlooms, in my mind, are the material things we inherit that have stories attached to them. The stories are the real treasures, and the object is just a reminder of the story. My mother gave me several such treasures when I was at her house at Christmas time. As we were going through boxes one evening, she showed me her…
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The Great Depression
I wonder what it was really like to live through the Great Depression. Oh, yes, I’ve read about it… seen movies about it… heard my grandparents talk about it… but truthfully, I have no concept of what that would be like. As I’ve been going about my daily routine the last few days I’ve been wondering… Would it save money…
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“I Remember Laura” – Heirlooms
The afternoon light made plain the gilded titles of the books on the whatnot’s lower shelf, and glittered in the three glass boxes on the shelf above, each with tiny flowers painted on it. Above them, on the next shelf, the gilt flowers shone on the glass face of the clock and its brass pendulum glinted, swinging to and fro.…
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My Mother’s Gloves
In honor of my parents’ anniversary this week, I thought I would show you my mother’s “going-away” gloves, which she gave me as a keepsake a few years ago, only if I promised to treasure them! (And, oh, I do!) I love the detail on the edge… the delicate stitching and eyelet cut-outs… and such a pretty pale blue color.…
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Mothers Day
“100 years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove… but the world may be a better place because I was important in the life of a child.” I’ve been sorting through some old family pictures and when I came across this one…
