Old Memories
My Grandkids were here the other day. We exhausted me and Bear by working upstairs to sort that accumulated mess out for a garage sale. I knew it would use up my still low reserves of energy. So I brought the kids in to do the running up and down those stairs. Bear wanted them to leave things on the deck, and let him store things in the garage and shed. We haven't set a date for the sale yet, but it won't be long now. We got a lot done.
We were both ruthless about throwing things away. BUT, there are too many things that just can't be sold. Things from our families, dead and gone, that we can't just give away. And among old shoe boxes, I found something from my years in Germany. What a surprise. I thought I had my German and European things on display or put away where I knew where to find them.
This little treasure is a carved wooden horse that I bought on my first trip to Kaiserslautern. Our nearest city. She's only about two and a half inches high and three inches long. A deep rich reddish wood that I can't identify. What makes my little horse unusual is her pose. She is up-side-down down, on her back with all four legs awkwardly raised up in the air. Her base a carved field of grass. She has glass eyes and a silly grin on her horsey face. I laughed out loud the first time I saw her and I just had to have her. My first purchase with foreign money. She still reminds me of my Gypsy when he rolled in the dirt every time we finished a ride.
It is little surprises like this that make even a dreaded task worth all the effort. You can bet my little carving won't be put out of sight again. A surprising treasure with memories of 1965. And now, it will have the added memory of a day of hot dusty work with my two beautiful grandkids and Bear and I all working together.
We were both ruthless about throwing things away. BUT, there are too many things that just can't be sold. Things from our families, dead and gone, that we can't just give away. And among old shoe boxes, I found something from my years in Germany. What a surprise. I thought I had my German and European things on display or put away where I knew where to find them.
This little treasure is a carved wooden horse that I bought on my first trip to Kaiserslautern. Our nearest city. She's only about two and a half inches high and three inches long. A deep rich reddish wood that I can't identify. What makes my little horse unusual is her pose. She is up-side-down down, on her back with all four legs awkwardly raised up in the air. Her base a carved field of grass. She has glass eyes and a silly grin on her horsey face. I laughed out loud the first time I saw her and I just had to have her. My first purchase with foreign money. She still reminds me of my Gypsy when he rolled in the dirt every time we finished a ride.
It is little surprises like this that make even a dreaded task worth all the effort. You can bet my little carving won't be put out of sight again. A surprising treasure with memories of 1965. And now, it will have the added memory of a day of hot dusty work with my two beautiful grandkids and Bear and I all working together.
posted by LeeAnn | 9:48 PM
1 Comments:
Isn't it great when we find a forgotten hidden treasure. Almost as if we knew at the time how it would brighten our day when it comes to light again.
Glad to see the smile on your face again LeeAnn.
Rabbitt
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