I think people who love old things have a certain DNA in their character that makes them gravitate toward the old, the loved, the used, the things that stir up memories and good feelings. It’s almost like having a good cup of coffee or reading a well written old book, but better. Satisfied.
My father loves old things. Old things with deep memories bring a sentimental feeling to his heart. He cried when he gave me his mother’s old biscuit pan. It is on display in my kitchen and I will never, ever let it go.
When I find an old treasure at a yard sale or an antique store or in my parent’s attic, I get that good feeling. That happy feeling that something has been saved and will be treasured by me.
My grandparents owned a restaurant/grocery store when I was a child. They sold cigars in those beautiful boxes. That is why now, even though I don’t know one thing about cigars, I don’t smoke or care to, I will always buy an antique cigar box when I find one. I may ponder selling them on EBay or Etsy, because you know they are great for vintage storage and crafting, but I always just hang on to them. I feel like I’ve found a little of my past.
Some treasures are not necessarily family heirlooms and don’t bring back specific memories, rather they are things that I know have been loved in the past and now they need to be loved by me. This beautiful clutch fits this category. I didn’t take the $10 my friend, Mindy, offered me for it yesterday. Sorry, dear.
I love the new lamps that I find in Target, but there’s also a place in my heart for the vintage lamp that I know has spent many years lighting a room for a reader, a cross word puzzler or a momma reading to her child.
My husband’s aunt almost had church recently when she realized I had grandmother’s quilt safe and sound after thinking that “Sister” had taken it to Goodwill. It was a special moment, a bonding moment between us as we talked about our love for the old and an appreciation for keeping the family’s memories and treasures.
If you are a sentimental old fool like I am, you understand these ramblings and feel a kindred spirit.
If you are a modern kind of gal, I still love you, but don’t ask me to go to the mall.