I hope you are not bored with the Treasures I have shown you because I have a few more to share. I love old things, and I love them even more if they are from my family. I think I feel more comfortable with lovely, older things surrounding me. Yes I love the comforts of home, I mean I don't want to be doing my laundry on a washboard or anything, but older things just seem to speak to me. Hang with me a bit there are quite a few pictures here.
This is Dinah, she is my prized possession. She was my Grandmother's sister's doll. Rhoda was her youngest sister, she died of the flu at the age of 16.
Sorry for my camera reflection in this photo. I have written about Rhoda and this doll a few years ago so I won't go into too much detail here. Dinah's clothes were lovingly made by my Grandmother, she even has pantaloons.
My Grandmother grew up in a farmhouse in Orillia, Canada. They were not well off at all so purchasing this doll must have been quite an expense for the family. Did you notice that Dinah's feet are on backwards? My guess is they bought her for less money because she was not perfect. The fact that my Grandmother made her clothes also makes me think she didn't come with any. She is a beauty and I cherish her.
This was my Great Grandmother's chocolate service. It is a gorgeous, delicate green and this is a picture of my Great Grandmother.
Here are two of the five cups and in the background is a picture of Rhoda. She was so beautiful. It is so sad her life was cut short. As I stated in my last post my Grandmother came home from nursing school to take care of her sick family. She lost her oldest and youngest sisters within ten days.
These books are a combination of my Grandmother's, which is the blue one in the background, and my Father's. It is fun to imagine them learning to read with these books.
This compass was my Grandfather's, my Father's Father.
These red leather shoes are on loan to me. They were my brother's. I have very little of my brother's things. He died 21 years ago of non-Hodgkins lymphoma. He was 17 years older than me. I still miss him. These will go to my niece (his only daughter), when she is ready for them. She likes that I am keeping them safe for her, and I love having them. The paper weight belonged to Arthur Hill, my Grandfather.
This is my Father's violin, he played as a child. My Grandfather Arthur's tools and my Grandmother's dice. These are all from my Father's side of the family.
This little rocking chair was in the farmhouse where my Grandmother grew up. I remember it in her house, and we had it in our joint bedroom growing up. My Mother's Shirley Temple doll used to sit on it. Probably not the best idea for Shirley to be left out in the open all those years. My sister Claudia has Shirley now and I do not think she is in the best condition. And this sewing cupboard was my Grandmother's. It still has spools of thread, buttons and needles in it that were hers.
These are my Father's Father (Arthur again), wooden golf clubs. He made them, and he taught my Father how to play golf with them. My Father was quite the golfer when he was young.
Hope you don't mind me feeling all nostalgic and all. Mr. 19 year old returned to school today from his Spring Break, he was home a whole week. Maybe I am feeling sad because he left, or maybe I feel like I need to reconnect with my family of old. Whatever the reason, I hope you do not mind me sharing.