I’ve started on a big, huge, gigantic, overwhelming project, to organize my house. In some ways this is like an archeological dig, the more recent past is in the top layers and it gets older as one digs further down. I have a room that is like a black hole, things get sucked (pushed really) into it and never come out. So I am attempting the near impossible, to categorize what is in there and then to decide if I actually need, want or will ever use it. I have come across some interesting (at least to me) things of the past.
This is a nightgown that my grandmother made for my mom, probably when she was a teenager. I wore it for a time in my 20’s until the fabric started to disintegrate. The crochet on the neckline is indestructible, so I think I will keep that bit. The patchwork in the background was done by my husband’s great aunt.
This is the button box of my grandmother. It is a candy tin from the 1920’s. I found one in perfect condition at an auction in North Dakota and gave it to my mother to replace this. The little things were inside it.
This is a Golden Gloves medal that my father won in 1948 before he turned pro.
These pins were my mother’s from when she was in college. National Honor Society is no surprise, she was very smart and unlike me a dedicated student. The second pin is the surprising one as it is for dramatics. I can’t imagine my shy and reserved mother on stage.
This is my little charm from when I was an infant.
It’s surprising the little bits and bobs that survive through moves and changes in life. I also don’t really know what to do with them. They mean something to me but have no monetary value, or sentimental value to anyone else. (Although I suppose that my brothers would like the boxing medal).