I enjoy things from the past. Stories, music, collectibles. There are some things that I've obtained recently and others that have a special place in my heart.
Years ago my hubby and I used to travel up to a little fishing village called Cedar Key. My dear hubby had been going there since he was about 16 years old. His Dad knew a family there and would go every year to hunt in the deep woods. The first time my hubby went on one of their trips he met the patriarch, who at that time was confined to his sick bed. The old clapboard house was a typical Florida wood house with four rooms, windows on all sides to let the cool breeze pass through. By the time I came around, Mr. Dorsett was long gone, and his widow and disabled son had moved into a trailer just a few yards from the old homestead.
We would go up to Cedar Key and grab a bite of the best seafood around. The restaurants were located right out by the water. We would enjoy cabbage palm salad and a huge shrimp dinner. Topped off with delicious home made key lime pie. Every time we drove up to Cedar Key we would stop in to visit with Mrs. Dorsett and her son, Alf. She would always welcome us in and Alf would tell all of his latest news. Mrs. Dorsett's family were original to the area, and we heard all about her two spinster sisters who still lived in the "big" house down by the water. They were both in their 90's. There were stories of the lynching back in the 20's. Of the pencil factory that gave Cedar Key its means of work for those who lived there. There was the old cemetery with lots of headstones dated from the 1800's. Some of the small plots were the babies that died during the "pox." We heard about the pine sap that was annually tapped out of the woods. We even found a few of the clay pots that had been used to sap the trees. It was all so fascinating.
Recently on a visit to
The Red Geranium Cottage blog I noticed a piece a furniture that Sharon's dear hubby had made. I asked about it, and told Sharon that I had a similar piece. I promised Sharon that I would post a picture on my blog.
Mrs. Dorsett had asked my dear hubby to look for something in her "barn." While he was rummaging through there, he saw this old piece of furniture. Now mind you, it did not look like this. It had been painted with a milk paint and the screens were torn. But my hubby asked about it, and Mrs. Dorsett said that if we wanted that old thing we could have it. She told us that it had been a wedding present when she got married. But she wanted us to know that "it had been used" when it was given to her. She had married young (13-15??) to the older Mr. Dorsett. She was in her early 80's when I met her. So the safe was already about 65 years old when it came home with us 30 years ago. My dear hubby and a carpenter friend took the whole thing apart, stripped down the milk paint and sanded, sanded, sanded. The front is a beautiful oak, but the backboard is pine. We were told that many of the older pieces used cheaper cuts of wood on the backs.
It is a piece that I have enjoyed for many years. It holds a lot of my teacup collection, but it would also serve well for quilts.
There is a story behind every old thing that I own. It reminds me of people or places. It's sometimes like stepping back to a simpler time. Sitting on the front porch, rocking in the rocking chair, sipping a glass of cool lemonade, as you visit with your neighbor passing by.
"While friends are near us, we feel that all is well. Our everyday life blossoms suddenly into bright possibilities". Helen Keller
This dainty little teacup almost did not make it home with me. I found this cup and saucer on one of our trips to the windy city. We actually drove up into Wisconsin to the town of Racine. There were several really interesting places to browse for treasures. We found the Antique mall that was in the old school house. Rooms upon rooms of wonderful old things. After we had spent quite a bit of time in the old school house, we were heading out of town when we saw a sign for a thrift store. It was in the basement of an old church. It was not a very large place, but it was filled with lots and lots of glass ware. I found this cup and saucer, with the marking "Lorraine" Made in England. I almost left it, because the cup was very heavily stained on the inside. But the cute little flowers just beckoned me to "please take me home". The ring of flowers are decorated all around the inside of the cup.
I could just imagine a whole service of this lovely china.
So now the mission, if I choose to accept it, is to find two more saucers to match these delightful teacups that I have added to my collection.
