Is there a moment, an event, or a period of time that helped shape part or all of your life? What made you choose a certain career or had you wanting to be a stay at home mom? Can you pinpoint it? After making other earlier choices, I finally settled into this stage of my life selling vintage and antiques.
It's the memories that draw me. The things that tug at my heart strings. The sounds of history whispering in my ear.
Watching my grandmother sit at her desk while she dipped her pen into an inkwell to record the business of the day. A woman, really before her time, who helped to keep the family business going through the Great Depression.
Sitting on the old porch glider, listening to its rhythmic squeak as my red Keds lazily push it back and forth, I can smell the chicken frying in my mother's old iron skillet.
Soon, the relentless singing of the cicadas breaks up the stillness of the late summer afternoon, and I begin to feel the softness of the evening closing in. Wandering back inside to run my fingers over the beautiful woods of the antique furniture, I turn to repeatedly opening and closing the pocket doors, loving the low swishing sounds they make.
There's nothing fancy about dinner. Serviceable ironstone dishes and Fostoria ice tea glasses are being set out on the table for a meal that is all about family time. I know that when nighttime falls I will pull one of my grandmother's quilts over me, and admire the pretty fabrics that went into the making of it. Fabrics that may have come from my mom's childhood dresses or my grandfather's shirts. Nothing was wasted in those days. These days I search for these simple things.
So many memories. So much history in every antique or vintage piece. They incessantly call to me with their stories. Stories that may have been much like mine. The simple stories of families just living their lives.
What speaks to you. We all had dreams. Are you living those early dreams, or did your life take a completely different road than what you thought it would.
The weather seems to have turned colder again, so pour yourself a hot drink, get comfortable, and let's chat. I think I will pull out one of my grandmother's quilts and curl up under it again. I know she would love that it is still being used all of these years later, and I love the memories.
Linking to Tweak it Tuesday