Wednesday, May 26, 2010
While sitting in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee, my mind wanders and then I spot a number of THINGS in the room and house. Are these THINGS important? People are the most important THING in my life, so why do I value these things? It's not so much that these items are important, but that some memory is attached with that item. Looking around, I spot an old green small iron stove. My mother thought I was crazy to have this in my home. It was the 1st. antique item, I obtained. When I was a social worker, one of the nurses I made an exchange of items. I got her stove, she got my table. WE, both had no money so this was a way to get we both wanted. I, have no idea where this person is let alone if she still has my table, that was over 25 years ago. I still cherish my first item that led me to viewing antiques or what we think as antiques and being a part of history and memories. Years ago, before my first husband died, I saved money and purchased an old phonograph as a gift for my husband for his birthday. He loved music and collected old records. This was the last gift I gave to him before he died. H e so surprised and elated over this item. I have good as well as bad memories attached with this item. Over in a corner of the room, there is a bright colored glass firescreen for a coal burning fireplace. After my sister and I had visited my niece for the weekend, we saw a family selling household items. I,fell in love with this firescreen as well as a large old wooden ice box. WE, laughed as we were going to my house, where in the heck was I going to put these items. That was such a fun weekend as my sister and I rarely Go anywhere overnight. When, I was a little girl, my father made me and my sister give all of our toys away as we were moving. Dad never understood how children hated to part with their toys. One particular item I have always missed. It was a very simple doll, fits in the palm of your hand and didn't cost much but it was my special baby. A few years ago, while at an antique shop, I PURCHASEDE THIS SAME DOLL FOR 40 DOLLARS. I may have spent too much, but I have my doll near my bed and have recaptured some of my childhood. To this day, I value children having their toys. When my stepdaughter, was expecting , I let her know that I packed up some of her dolls for the future. It gave me great pleasure and warmth to send these to her so she could hand them down to her daughter. I, recognize that I would miss these THINGS,if they were lost in a fire or stolen, but that nothing can take away those memories, both good and bad, and they will always be a part of my life and history. I, guess that's why I enjoy going to antique shops, as the THINGS in the shops tell a story and are a part of some one's history. Is there any THING in your household that represents a special time or memory?