I asked Mr. Wonderful if he thought I appreciated old things and old ways of doing things, just because I’m getting older, or is it because I’m exposed to old things more than before.
It was really just a rhetorical question, really, but it made me think, just the same.This is just a stack of “swaddling cloths”, (as named, by Susanne Burns, the estate dealer I spoke to). I bought a stack of what looked like diapers, from what had been the home of an obstetrician. I thought they were old diapers, but in fact they weren’t padded like the old diapers. I think that they were in fact, what new borns were wrapped in at birth. I found them in browned paper, with a string around them. I could almost hear the doctor telling the nurse to wrap some up for him to use at home. His wife probably liked them for dusting. Or, maybe not, since they were still in the string! Either way, it was like stepping back in time. I got them to wax furniture pieces with, but I almost hate to ruin them!
I felt the same thing, yesterday, when I was looking at a grain sack and thinking about making one into a table runner. I realized , after looking closely, that these personalized grain sacks were made completely by hand! The side seams were finished and stitched by hand, using small, near perfect stitches. Even the strings that were used to tie the grain sacks at the top, were sewn on, carefully, by hand. No wonder people love these things so much!
I see the big world map, that was in my parents’ house and the huge dictionary, on an old stand, in our living room, that have now been replaced by digital versions, that are more handy and up-to-date. But they will never be the same. I still prefer a book or newspaper in my hands, instead of a Kindle.
How about you?
I hope you’ve had a really nice weekend. We got up this morning, with grand plans. We were going to drive to Napa for lunch, after church, but quickly ran out of steam. We ran a few errands, had lunch and came home for a long nap. I’m looking out back, at a bunch of robins that are having a party, eating berries and drinking from the fountain. The sky is blue, the oak tree is still bare, but I know spring isn’t far off and that makes me happy!