I have my great grandmother's quilts displayed in my bedroom, and often use them. They were so well made, and my mother and her sisters can point to scraps of fabric that were used to make their clothes. Nothing new warms better.
Having quilts made by my ancestors, quilts that my mother slept under as a child, quilts that were designed and pieced by the creative women in my family ... it's a heartwarming thing.
Oh...me too Dayle. I actually thought of you one day last week when I saw an old typewriter in a thrift store. It was $100 and I would have bought it if I would had the place for it. Beautiful post :)
Oh, yes ... the typewriter sounds like me. My twin sister has the old Underwood that belonged to our grandfather. The adding machine seen in my post belonged to him, as well. I recall hearing him click the buttons late into the night as he worked on tax returns. He was employed by a railroad company all of his career, but did taxes on the side.
I agree, especially when it's something that I can hold or touch. My imagination wonders to when, why and how they used it.
I have many pieces throughout the house that were picked up at remnant shops or tag sales. I'm fascinated by their mysterious history.
Yes. Something about the journey of the item makes it so much more dear.
Whether they are handed down from family, or found in thrift shops, I see my old things as survivors ... survivors of the journey, as you put it. Yes.
That postcard was purchased in an antique store. How amazing that it has survived, still readable, for 105 years.
You 'n me both, old-soul girlfriend. The SMELL of those old grandies are marvelous, too. Love x 18.Hugs and happy week to you,Kelley~
Oh my, you are speaking my *language*!! My house is full of antiques, and I am also captivated by their history. Who used those old irons? Who drank from that bottle? Who used that old washbasin? When I add to my collection, I almost feel like I am rescuing an old friend.By the way, I just love that show "American Pickers" - where they go out and find all sorts of neat things. I would do that myself, except I'd never sell anything!!xo
Just looking at these treasures has me smiling! Beautiful, Dayle!
I enjoyed your posts today. Sometimes a treasure can be a very simple thing: a lock of a loved one's hair, Mother's handwritten grocery list from the 1950's, and Daddy's Bible with notes and prayers written in the margin.
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