Don't get me wrong. I love modern conveniences. But..I also have a love of all things vintage. My motto in life is "I've never met a dish I didn't love." I could probably add a long list of other things that I love to that motto. My home is a testament to that statement.
Our church is having a Roadshow Luncheon in about a week. Attendees have been asked to bring antiques, collectibles, hobby items or crafts to display. Looking around my house, I think I could have a one-woman show.
I have given plenty of thought to the addiction I have for vintage dishes, linens, handkerchiefs, cameras and typewriters. Tangible things I love are generally attached to memories of a happy childhood. Time was spent visiting grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. We ate at other people's homes, and others were welcome around our table.
I have great memories of Sunday lunches at my Aunt Bell's house. She used two tablecloths. The one on the bottom was covered with plates of fried chicken (not KFC), cathead biscuits and vegetables. Even if she had deviled eggs or potato salad, it was all left on the table. Leftovers were covered with a second tablecloth if hungry visitors dropped by later in the day. Can you believe it? No one ever died from food poisoning. 😄
I was blessed that my Grandma Laura lived ninety-eight years with a sound mind and relatively good health. On the day she died, she got up and made her bed. She was cherished mother to nine children and too many grandchildren and great-grandchildren to count.
On special occasions, what kind of gifts did she receive? Bedroom slippers and boxes of pretty handkerchiefs seemed to be high on the list. She would smile sweetly and say "thank you." But, when the giver left, the boxes were neatly stacked on top of all the others in her closet. She would have much preferred a bag of Hershey's Kisses. When she shuffled off to bed at night, you could hear her rustling foil from her secret stash. If you were highly favored, she might occasionally share.
I took several years of typing (now called keyboarding) in middle and high school. When a term paper was due, my dad rented a manual typewriter for me. Later, he bought a portable electric one. I don't know where he gained the art, but my dad was the fastest two-fingered typist I ever knew. My vintage Royal manual typewriter reminds me him, as do all of the vintage cameras I own. Daddy loved gadgets and cameras. Several of the ones I have were his. How do I know this? He put his name and address on everything he ever owned. LOL! It ruined any monetary value..but its value is in the joy it brings me.Can I enjoy living in a throw-away world, but still love things of the past that make me happy? I think I can. So, what makes you happy?
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Laney's Musings
