|Posted on May 13, 2013 at 9:20 PM||comments (0)|
Today, I would like to introduce the newest members of my growing collection of vintage items. As can easily be seen, they are neither china nor linens but they will certainly add an air of charm to any number of displays. Although they are beautiful in and of themselves, they are invaluable because of what they represent. These three cameras were given to my father as an expression of a long and generous friendship, and now, they have come to me. Many years ago, when my father was a young, idealistic teacher, he was befriended by a man who had much experience and many life stories to share. This man and his wife escaped from East Germany (along with one of the cameras in the photo) and immigrated to the United States to build a new life and raise a family in a country that was free. This same couple has spent the years since that time giving generously to friends, neighbors and the community where they have made their home. I am thankful for the innumerable ways they have enriched the lives of others. Their generosity and friendship are an inspiration!
|Posted on May 3, 2013 at 10:55 AM||comments (0)|
Old things inspire me! The intricacy. The quality. The craftsmanship. Things that were made were made to last. They were made with care and attention to detail. They were made to stand the test of time and they were valued as something to be handed down to the next generation. If they could speak, each one would have a story to tell; of joy, of laughter, of family, of celebration. Their story continues on!
|Posted on April 22, 2013 at 9:10 PM||comments (1)|
How I love vintage linens! Someday, it is my dream to have a full collection of doilies, handkerchiefs, and tablecloths that will perfectly complement all of our lovely china. I found these dainties at an estate sale last weekend. Aaaaaah. Just looking at them makes my heart happy!
|Posted on April 20, 2013 at 7:10 PM||comments (0)|
King Solomon, the wisest of men, said that there is a time and a season for all things.
There is a poignancy to life, a cycle of life and death, of beginnings and ends. Joy and hope existing beside mourning and sorrow. I was most deeply struck by this truth several years ago waiting at the hospital as my mother-in-law lay in intensive care and I heard chimes play throughout the hospital in every room, on every floor, heralding the birth of a new baby into the world. As her life on earth drew to a close and her race was nearly run, another family was receiving a new member, and dreaming dreams of a future full of promise. Sometimes, at the end of one thing, it is hard to see the beginning of another. Everywhere you look, all you can see is the finality of death. It's hard to believe that there is life, that there is something to look forward to. Thankfully, at this time in my life, as something ends, I can see that something new is springing up in it's place. Something that celebrates life and new beginnings. Something new is being born. Happy Birthday Cup & Saucer!