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| Runbikegrrl |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 08:32:52 AM
What is your absolute favorite piece (I know it is hard to decide)but if you had to give them all away which one would be the one you would keep...family treasure for generations or garage sale find?
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| Mikki |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 9:54:57 PM
Wow, there are some real treasures hear. I keep checking back. I'm excited to see all the precious things we hold so dear to our heart. Imagine all the wonderful stories each piece holds.
~~Blessings, Mikki Jo
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| horse |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 7:20:03 PM
Gosh, that's hard. I guess it would be the blanket my great Grandmother made for my Dad when he was born. It's torn and rugged but I still love to get it out and smell of it and just hold it near me. Espcially if I'm upset.
Laura
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| Bee Haven Maven |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 7:11:26 PM
Well, if we are talking of one thing that is material....I would say a victorian doll house that my grandmother gave to me. It was handmade in about 1935 by a great uncle and always sat beneath my grandparent's
Christmas tree in the center of their Christmas village. I have had it out on display ever since I got it about 30 years ago. I keep a light burning inside and hang tiny wreaths in the windows at Christmas time. It was hand-carved out of old wooden cigar boxes.....it is truly something I treasure, both because of the hours of intricate hand-work that was put into it and also because of the wonderful childhood memories. I would sit beneath my Nana's tree and in my imagination become one of the tiny china dolls that inhabited this magical Christmas town and this amazing house.....so many very fond memories it brings back!
Keep Smiling.....Bev
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| mommom |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 6:18:52 PM
About 30 years ago, my dad, a finish carpenter, made me a huge cabinet. It has four doors on it. I had a man come here one time and ask me if I'd sell it but I said no thank you. It's pretty knicked and the stain has come off some. So in other words, it looks like what other people do to their new furniture....but they don't have the memories to go with it. Susan |
| Michelle Marie |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 5:05:29 PM
I have a few favorite "old things", they were all my grandparents hand me downs. I have my great grandmother's antique sewing machine. Its like in a wooden table and folds into it. I wish I could figure out how to download a picture on here! I also have one quilt of my grandmother's. She also sent me cookbooks since I was a kid, she wrote the date and signed her name, they are like gold to me. I have her little loaf pans, she etched her name "Flora" on each of them. She used to make meat loaf in them, she had 6 children so I have 9 of those-- PaPa had to have 2!!! I also have a bracelet my Grandfather gave me when I was 12 that I still wear. I sure do miss my grandparents, I wish they could have known my girls and my girls could have known them. I also agree that photo's are priceless. |
| Vintage Redhead |
Posted - May 28 2007 : 06:27:55 AM
OMGoodness...Just *ONE* old thing? That's a tough question for someone who lives with lots of old things! Not only am I a dumpster diver, but when my grandparents had health problems and moved into nursing homes, many of their treasures came to my home. I also go antiqueing, junqueing, garage saleing, flea marketing, and turn everyday trash into treasure, both inside my home and outside.
So if I could only have *ONE* thing...I guess it would actually be something new/old. And that is my scrapbook of my paternal grandparents that I made when we started running across their photos during the disassembly of their home (?? lives ??) back in '98/'99. It has photos not only of MY grand mother, but her parents and grandparents, my grandfather and his parents, my grandfather's WWII draft card, and lots of other treasures. I took it with to grandma's funeral a few years back, and the extended family absolutely *LOVED* looking through it to see photos of family that they had forgotten all about...and finding out the names of family that they had never even known. Thankfully grandma was still pretty lucid when I started the project (she was 95 when she passed) and could tell me who people were, what they were doing in many of the photos, where they were living.
I have one precious photo of my grandma at about 13 or 14 years old dressed somewhat like a flapper with a huge belt on. Her hair was raven-black and cut into a long bob, the way I wear mine. She directed my attention to the buckle on her belt and said "Look closely, hon. That's a stick of Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum in the buckle." I looked and sure enough! There was a stick of gum. I asked how on earth she would remember such a thing. Her broken hip had her confined to a bed or wheelchair for several years at that point, but she just chuckled her tired, wrinkled face, and her blue eyes sparkled brighter than I had seen in years. She said: "Honey, that was THE THING to do!" It made me realize that no matter how old we get, I guess we never really forget our teenage years and the fun fads that photos can evoke memories of. It also made me so glad that I was working on the scrapbook. She's gone now, and since all of my memories of grandma are as an old woman with gray hair, it's nice to look that that photo (even though I have several of her as a young girl, young woman, and young mother) and think of her as something other than my grandma. At one time, she was just a teenager, with her entire, unknown life ahead of her, following the fad of the times and just trying to fit in with her peers, much like the rest of us. I guess maybe the "old" generation really does get it after all, don't they? ~ K
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| Mikki |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 11:06:43 PM
Libbie, what a wonderful story. I have so enjoyed reading about everyone's precious treasures.
~~Blessings, Mikki Jo
www.mikkijo.etsy.com
http://burningmeadowsprings.blogspot.com/
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| Libbie |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 11:04:14 PM
Reading all of these posts has just made my heart sing - isn't it amazing what those who came before have done and been and how it affects us?
I'll have to say that I'd keep the photos, also. BUT, there is one other thing, too. When my mom was a little girl, she saved her money and bought a bent-wire pin for my grandmother for Mother's day. It says "Mother," and has a little jeweled star hanging from it. When my mother had me, and became a mother herself, my grandmother gave that pin back to her. When I had William, and became a mother MYself, my mom gave me that pin. I just love it. It reminds me of my mom when she was a little girl...
XOXO, Libbie
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| CabinCreek-Kentucky |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 8:40:18 PM
(1) handsome honey hunk husband hank ... depending on what you call 'olde'!!!!
(2) .. if you want us to choose one 'tangible' antique treasure .. right now it would be cabin creek farm .. the log cabins we live in .. i could live here with it empty of furniture if i had to!
True Friends, Frannie
CABIN CREEK FARM
KENTUCKY
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| Mikki |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 7:30:10 PM
Among all the things that I have that belonged to my grandparents and greatgrandparents there is one thing that I could never part with. I love my grandmothers old windsor rocker. I adore my old treadle sewing machine that belonged to my great grandmother and my grandmother before me. I admire the quilts I have that my grandmother made with loving hands. I hold dear to my heart old photographs of my greatgreat grandparents. But above all I love this small box of letters. I hope you don't mind, but I reposted the photo of my find and the posting that went with it.
 She was a young girl in love first, then she became my grandma. Here is the story.
About two years ago me and my family cared for my grandpa not long before he passed away. We kept him at home so he was more comfortable and it was such an honor to be able to care for him, each day was precious. I was always close to my grandma, she passed away about 17 years ago. I never thought of grandma or even seen her in any other role other than, "grandma". She'd always been my grandma, she'd always be a grandma. Her and grandpa weren't rich. But they were better off than most people, they always had been. Or had they? Well, here's where the story takes a different turn. Late one night while taking care of papa I got bored and went to the closet. I began to feel and dig around on the top shelf. I found mine and grandma's old checker board and pulled it out. As I did, a heartshaped valentine candy box fell out. I bent down to pick it up. I shook it, I could tell something was in it, so of course I had to be nosy. I knew if there was any candy left it would probably have some type of personality by now. Ewww, scarrrry. I set it down on the bed and removed the lid. A stack of worn and yellowed envelopes lay inside. I squinted to read the faded lead pencil writing on the paper. It read Sylvia Mullins, Hazard Kentucky. Hmmm, that was grandma's maiden name. I pulled one out and it was addressed to my grandpa. I began to read the letters inside and I got to know a very young couple, who was deeply in love. A sweet young girl and her beau. Letters from her to him and from him to her. What a love story began to unfold. The letters began again, later on after they had married, when he had to go out of state to find work. Trying to find anything to get out of the death trap of the Kentucky coal mines. They were then a struggling young family, trying hard to make ends meet. I seen them both in a whole new light. I got to know a side of my grandma that I had never known before. She had been a young woman once, deeply in love. She became a wife, and a mother. In one letter papa told her to have RJ milk the cow for her and shoot some coal out because she had been sick and papa was in Virginia. The next letter I read, grandma said the cow had went dry and the man couldnt shoot the coal out because he'd cut his finger off and was in a bad way himself. I had a wave of emotions reading these letters. They are precious to me. Out of all the nice things of my grandmothers that I have, this little heartshaped valentine box is the greatest treasure of all. After all, it was because of this deep love that I sit here years later writing this. Generations come and they go, but if we can just keep this kind of love alive with each passing generation, what a wonderful world it would be.
~~Mikki Howard
~~Blessings, Mikki Jo
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| Aunt Jenny |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 5:47:54 PM
 I would pick my Grandpa's doll for sure. Pappy gave it to me about 25 years ago. I don't leave it home when I go on vacation or anything..it is my favorite little old thing for sure. One of my kids asked me one time if I realized that this was an ugly doll. I just say that his face has been "loved off".
Jenny in Utah
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| grace gerber |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 4:03:16 PM
I guess if it was not my Great Pry - Kasha then I would have to say it is a pitcher. It was given to me by my mother about 30 years ago. The reason why this is so special is because my family is from Frankfurt Germany and during the war my mother was sent after being bombed out three times to a youth labor camp. While she was there (age around 10) by herself they where given a wooden spoon to eat with a hand thrown bowl and hand thrown pitcher. When she was finally reunited with her mother that was all they had. My family before the war had a hotel, resturant, butcher shop and florial shop at the end of the war they just had the pitcher. No matter what goes on in my world I always look at the pitcher and remind myself you can get thru anything as long as you are standing.
Grace Gerber
Larkspur Funny Farm and Fiber Art Studio
Where the spirits are high and the fiber is deep
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| willowtreecreek |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 1:52:09 PM
The teddy bear and stuffed racoon my parents gave me when I was born.
Jewelry, art, baskets, etc.
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| kitchensqueen |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 12:24:55 PM
It's so hard to pick one-- I have lots of old (and new family heirlooms) as well as photos... but I would have to say my cedar box. My maternal grandfather made it out of the very last cedar that my great grandfather ever milled at his one-man sawmill before he died (he was in his 70's, but it was a tractor accident). My grandfather made small boxes for all of us grandkids, and cedar chests for all of his children. They are a testament to the extraordinary farm life both of my great grandparent's lived (my great grandmother is still with us).
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| Tina Michelle |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 11:37:11 AM
umm, I have more than one thing...of course the family photos would have to come along...but I have a collection of over 30 doilies that my granny gave to me..lots of filet crochet that she made for me..
then a large coffee table that she and my grandfather made..it has moose horns for the base and the top is a collection of rocks that they found(agate, turquoise, etc.)..including a dinosaur bone piece..that was found around Colorado and Idaho during their rock hound excursions..this is all set into a resin top..
then I have several brooches made by my grandmother ....and a ring that my mom and grandfather made out of silver piping with gold on the top..it has my mom's initial on it she and her dad made it back when my mom was a teenager.
So..I have more than one thing that I'd just have to take with me anywhere..ha.
Too many memories..too much sentimental value to limit it to just one item.Gosh..I couldn't travel light...ha.
Oh well...
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| Alee |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 11:13:17 AM
Of all the material items that is antique it would be a toss up between two things. I have a quilt that my Great Great Aunt Nora made and her cedar chest as well. Both are amazing and extremely valuable to me because of the woman who gave them to me.
Alee |
| sunshine |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 10:12:27 AM
my grandmother
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| Horseyrider |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 10:07:18 AM
When I was a child, I was always in awe of my grandmother's house. She lived in a three story Tudor mansion where the top floor was a ballroom. In her house were many beautiful treasures. She had a friend who, after WWII, went over to Europe and bought lots of beautiful antiques to import here. One of the things she acquired was a beautiful curved glass curio cabinet, with all the wood and trim covered in gold leaf. It was stunning, and as a child I longed to take the tiny key and open it, and inspect the treasures inside.
I felt very fortunate to be given that curio about twenty-five years ago. I have many of my grandmother's things, and many other very nice things, but that one is special to me. |
| Huckelberrywine |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 09:14:08 AM
He he he. My husband. (Sorry, couldn't resist) He he he.
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| catscharm74 |
Posted - May 27 2007 : 08:42:18 AM
I would have to say family pictures...the rest is replaceable... |
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