Let's talk about treasures! March 6, 2013 03:36
There is something wonderful about handwritten notes and letters. The ones time makes more interesting and keeps reminding us of who wrote them...and why.
I am lucky to have my parent's old letters, not only the ones they wrote me in college but also the ones they wrote to each other. and to friends. The smell, the wrinkled-yellow paper and torn enveloped and the stamps....oh, those very cool beautiful stamps!
I remember just by looking at the envelope I could tell who was it from, mom or dad. I knew their handwriting and I knew the kind of paper they liked to use. Each letter have marks and imperfections made while writing them. Today they still make me feel close to my parents, as if I could see them in that moment, sitting down in their desks thinking of me.
Same Old Kitchen October 1, 2012 14:45
I have cherished memories of my parent’s kitchen. Not that it was a modern, state-of-the-art kitchen. On the contrary, it was an old, badly-taken-care-of-kitchen. The kind where the drawers are hard to open and, when they are closed, they all looked crooked.
Every year my parents had sincere intentions of fixing it up, but the most we ever did was paint it in a different color and change the paper on the shelves and in the drawers. I can even remember the smell of rust in the drawers as I struggled with the old spoons, knives and can opener. Our kitchen was a gathering place, my Dad would get all of us together for ‘Christmas cooking' or ‘baking cookies’ and he would use those same old spoons, knives and can opener.When my parents passed away I realized how much of them were reflected in those old utensils.
They held so much of my parents’ personality. Now those utensils don’t look so old to me. I know we all have a spoon we really like, a knife we can’t cook without, a favorite cutting board. Somehow all those shiny, new utensils start to lose their appeal. Instead we begin to treasure those old, burned, never-fail utensils that tell their own stories
Sticks and Stones September 18, 2012 10:40
When my children were toddlers they used to bring home all sorts of interesting bits and pieces of nature. Pebbles, stones, seeds, sticks, leaves and everything in between.
Sometimes these treasures came in their lunch boxes others in their jeans pockets and stayed for long periods of time inside my purse or in the kitchen drawer.
At first they were just stuff, things that kind of annoyed me , until one they I was asked to keep a "sad man's face" in my purse. That's when I realized how cool all that stuff was!
The Grumpy Old Clown, The Artist, Mr. Postman, The Gentleman, Three Funky Faries are part of these amazing collection. A period of my life when my children were all over the place but at the same time no more than a few yards away, when their whole world was to share a simple walk with mom around the neighborhood.