A Boy & His Bowl

This past summer I was at my inlaws house picking crabapples to make jelly.  My Mother In Law had this old metal bowl that I found quite interesting.  She was about to have a garage sale and was planning on tossing the bowl into it.  She mentioned it was her Mother's and my interest was peaked even more.

I asked if I could have that bowl and she willing gave it to me.  Everytime I look at it I think of what they used it for...probably many different things.  I can picture my husband's grandma picking green beans from her garden and putting them in the bowl.  Can you imagine how beautiful fresh picked green beans would look in this white bowl?

I found a place for it in my home for display, trouble is the kids love to play with it so it rarely sits where I put it.

It's a metal bowl...if he throws the car in it makes noise...perfect toy for a toddler.

By the way April Gage LOVES that noisy police car.

I like things that have a past.

I like things that have a past and were once used by people that are part of our history, part of us.

This bench once held many of my relatives, laughing, eating, playing crib, and probably telling jokes.

One glance at it and I think of my Grandpa who I lost 13 years ago.  How he laughed, how he cheated in cards, and how he whistled ALL the time.

To someone else it might just be a bowl or a place to sit down for lunch but to me these things are important.  I can tell my kids everytime they sit on the bench who sat there at one time and how old the bench is.  This in turn leads to stories of people they never met but I am sure they can tell how much I loved them by the way I talk and sometimes how my eyes mist up.

I don't know, maybe I am too sentimental.  I don't keep everything, I am no pack rat, but I do love to have things surround me that I know were touched by hands that once used to hold me, hug me and love me.