It seems like when I think of February, I think of it as a month of Love. We have many family things that take place during this month besides celebrating Valentines Day.
The common thread though is love. It is what makes these other events so special. Sometimes things remind us of an important time or special people in our lives.
When we moved to the country, I sorted things in the attic and closets. I still ended up moving too much stuff, so I have been trying to go through it again. It just isn’t easy. You have heard that one man’s junk is another man’s treasure. I believe that…because I love to go to thrift stores and yard sales. Even the love of going to all my sales must be inherited if that is possible. I remember my grandmother would take us along with her when we visited. If you liked something she had, she would say “oh,I got that at Sally’s”. That meant she got it at a rummage sale or something of that nature.
I do love to find treasures! I am usually on the finding end of it. Yet, as I clean out my attic and closets, I find that MY treasures would be someone else’s junk.
Like this:
This is a corsage and ribbon from my Mother and Fathers Wedding. The satin ribbon is from her bouquet that included a Bible and the ribbon cascaded down. I only know this because I remember her smiling as she told me about it.
And this:
This is a nut..a walnut (I think)…that my grandfather cut and carved into a basket complete with little artificial flowers. The flowers looked better when he made them many years ago. I remember hanging it on our Christmas tree when I was growing up.
And then there is:
This fork. It brings back many memories of home cooked meals and laughter at the dinner table. I always loved the design on the handle….reminds me of candy canes. I do not have the whole set….just this one little fork. But it is all I need.
It isn’t priceless silverware by the worlds standard…but it is priceless to me.
And this cute little pitcher.
It always makes me smile…why… I don’t know. I love the colors in it….but I think I love it because it was my Nannies (my grandmother). I was told it also belonged to my Nannies Mom.
I saw one just like it back in the summer at an Antique store. I was shocked…I had never seen another one. It was priced for just a few dollars. I laughed…because that one didn’t even have a broken and re-glued handle like this one does! So, I am pretty sure this would not be worth anything to someone else. But that’s alright with me.
There are many, many more small items such as these. These are just some of the older things. I haven’t even started with the cards my children made me and now grandbabies are too. There are the sweet cards my mama sent me through the years. The love letters from my husband while we were dating…and the ones he still writes me. Like when I looked into my coupon envelope at the grocery store recently and written on a box top was a little note that said “I Love My Wife”. Yes, I still have that one too.
I picked up several things and set them in a give away pile. When I looked after a long time of sorting…I found my give away pile was really the newer, cuter things. But the keep pile was what a lot of people would have taken to the curb. It really isn’t the item. It’s the sweet memories you get when you look at them. The love you feel from having your loved ones in your life. That is where the true value lies.
For now, I will just keep all my junk…I mean treasures!
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