I took some pics today of the old things I have been given by my grandmothers. I got out just a few things. The first thing is from my Grandma Holden, my dad's mother. This little rocking chair was at her house for me to sit in when I was little. I was the only grandchild for 7 years, so it was all mine in the beginning! LOL She gave me this little chair after I had children. Now that I think back, I've always loved to rock!
Here are some things from both of my grandmas. The gold-trimmed platter on the right was Grandma Holden's. I love old platters, and I cherish this one because it was hers. The cake plate on the left belonged to one of my grandmas, but I'm not sure which. It's a pedestal stand, and it makes a beautiful presentation. It's kind of retro-looking, which is "in" right now, but I've been using this cake stand for years. The cut-glass candle holders belonged to my mother's mother, my Granny Rogers, as did the wooden dough tray underneath. Funny story about Granny giving me things: the last time I visited her before she got really bad with Alzheimers, she told me to choose some things of hers that I wanted and I could take them home with me. So I spent all weekend looking around at things I'd like to have, and when it was getting close to time to leave, I told her two things I wanted. I didn't know it at the time, but she was getting really bad with her disease, so I was shocked when she said "No, you can get them another time!" LOL She had never gone back on a promise like that before! I never got those two things, whatever they were, and you can see that it didn't really matter that much, since I can't even remember what they were! Granny got increasingly possessive of her things in the next years, to the point of accusing people of taking things . . . when they were still in her dresser drawer! It was very sad to watch her mind deteriorate like that. I missed her more when she was sick than I do now, since she's passed away, I think. She just wasn't the same person.
Here's a better look at that dough tray. This has been in my family since the early 20th century. It belonged my my great-grandmother, who died around 1927. This tray was used several times a day to make biscuits. I would imagine it was handmade by someone in my family, and it's worn smooth from all the bread-making in it. I love it because of the feeling of history it carries. The hands of my great-grandmother worked in this bowl. She was a busy young mother of 4 young children, one of whom was my Granny, and I can just see her standing at the counter making biscuits for breakfast, lunch, and supper. They were a farming family, so the meals were often just bread and vegetables. Granny has said that they made "biscuit" 3 times a day! I can't imagine! LOL After her mother died, Granny took over the cooking until her Papa remarried, so she was the one working in the dough tray. I love to run my hands over it and imagine their hands there too - maybe I'm weird, but it gives me a sense of belonging, of connecting with past generations. And so I love my dough bowl!