When I did the last post about the things we keep, I started thinking about why I keep certain bits, and bobs around.
We used to live in a farmhouse built in 1848.
I would lay in bed, and wonder about the people that lived in the house years before us.
Did the moms tuck their babes into bed under handmade quilts, and read them stories just like I did every night?
Did they have horses to ride? Or need them to pull their wagons?
Did they love the slamming of the screen door in summer like I did?
The oak bead board, wood floors, and pocket doors?
How many hands turned the handles on the doors to gain entry to the home over the years?
How many children ran up, and down the stairs, and over the floors through the years?
I miss our little farm where my girls grew up.
I miss the horses standing in their stalls as we brushed them. The smell of the sweet grain, and fresh cut hay.
I miss hearing the girls laughing as they snuggled up in the hay with a new litter of kittens.
I realize where my love of old, and vintage things came from.
The days from my girl's childhood.
When we lived in our farmhouse.
When I decorated to keep with the style of the house.
The happy times for me.
I thank God for the many warm, happy memories I have.
I love having treasures around to remind me of the times in life that brought joy to my heart.