Thursday, September 03, 2009
Show & Tell Friday: Family Heirlooms
Show & Tell time again! Today I'm showing you some "old things" that I treasure that were given to me by my grandmothers. I remember them from my childhood, and a couple of them were things I asked for specifically when I was a teenager because I loved them so much I wanted to have them as an inheritance. I got them, and I still love them today.
Just so you know, if you've been reading my blog for a long time and this looks vaguely familiar, I have talked about these things before!
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! She gave me this little chair after I had children. Now that I think back, I've always loved to rock, and maybe this little chair had something to do with that.
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.
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. 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 small children, one of whom was my Granny, and I can just see her standing at the counter making biscuits. 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! 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 her 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!
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