As I went through these treasures with Ann this morning, I couldn't help but reflect on the simplicity of the life we lived. Most things had a purpose, and were kept and treasured because they were useful and decorative. I used to love to look in the Whitman Sampler box because it contained Mother's pretty hankies. And the lavender tin box was a real treasure, full of this and that. Mother used to take out the tatting shuttles and make us a few rounds of lace when she went through the contents of her cedar chest (with us hanging over her). Life had it's priorities, and they didn't include time for making lovely lace, but she certainly knew how.
For some reason, anything that I write about these precious belongings doesn't do them justice. So I will just thank Ann for the pictures and stirring the memories of exploring Mother's few personal things. Who has not felt a loss when throwing away their own Whitman Sampler box? Shouldn't it be saved for something useful? Not only did Mother value the simple stuff, but she passed that on to the "Six" genration.
How much more stuff did you make off with? I truly have not seen these two things for at least 60 years. Of course, we checked to see what was kept in them. Hankies, I think, in the Whitman's box. We never saw another Whitman's box, but every Christmas Dad got at least one box of cherry chocolates. Once a year. And that had to last another year. And we each got one or two, and that memory had to last forever.
Talk about a trip back in time. What sweet memories these few simple things bring to mind. And what a lesson, that it is the simple things that are the most endearing and enduring. How I treasured these as I was growing up. I actually kept a Whitman's sampler box that I got in college because of Mother's box, but mine is pretty battered and the lid is off, i keep old transfer patterns that I collected over the years in it.
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