Side’s been gone for a good while. But now she’s back, and the weekend theme has started again.
This week it’s Family Heirlooms. Go here to see more entries.
I love old stuff.
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to walk around in an old home that’s been transformed into a museum. To see how things were so many years ago. Old music never fails to make me miss times I was never part of. The fashions of the ’30’s and ’40’s still looks good to me. When men dressed as men and women as ladies. With gloves and stockings and high heels.
Seeing as I love old stuff so much, I’ve made it a point to surround myself with things that reminds me of bygone days.
Some I bought on my travels – have an antique samovar here that I got in Istanbul.
Most though come from my grandparents and my dad.
I have a Bible here in Dutch, printed in 1894. A printing of “The Wooing of the Waterwitch” dating back to 1881. The Girl’s best book. Also very old. A printing of a Balzak book – 1934. An old flat toaster that my father picked up on the rubbish heap – can you believe it!! Given to somebody as a wedding present in 1934. And it still works brilliantly!
I restored my gran’s old kitchen table and a cabinet that stood in a shed for many years, a nesting place for mice and all manner of creatures. Took me 2 weeks but I made it look beautiful again. The inside actually still smells old – even after all these years. My gran’s old tins. Salt and pepper shakers. Old pen holders, pens. Rulers, a tin opener, a nutcracker.
An old Remington Typewriter. A really ancient telephone. A bunch of old fashioned camera’s.
I have many old things here. I doubt that any of them are really heirlooms. Probably not worth much in the greater scheme of things, meaning money.
To me though, their worth is more than money. They are a reminder of the people that came before me. A view into their lives. A way to connect my aimless existence to theirs in a manner of speaking. When things were built to last, and people actually greeted one another more often than not. When manners were first and foremost. they are my memories of the people that gave me life. And I might not always like the one I have, but looking at their stuff tells me that I have a reason for being here – even if only to hoard their old things 😉
This necklace is also from her. I don’t wear it – would be too sad if it got lost, but every so often, I’ll take it out and just watch the light bring the colour in the stones to life.
One side of the showcase I have. Filled with all manner of things. Even a pencil sharpener 😉 I have no idea where my mom got that little orange cup, but it was used to pour rice into the pot. Nothing else, just the rice, for as long as I can remember.
The telephone I was talking about. Very dusty, I know. But you get the idea of how old it really is – covered with the dust of ages so to speak!!
And here’s a piece of music to accompany you on your trip down my memory lane…