Yesterday, Beth at C. Beth’s Blog tagged me to go to my on-line photo albums and post the sixth picture in the sixth album, and tell what memories or thoughts it evokes.
So, here’s the picture. It is of an antique bowl and pitcher that now sit on an antique dresser in our spare bedroom. We kept a few antiques from the farmhouse and the majority of them now reside in our guest room.
I took this picture with the idea that I would tell a story about it “sometime,” so I guess “sometime” has arrived!
Hubby grew up in the family farmhouse where he lived with his parents, brothers and sisters and his grandma.
When he was a young teenager, because of some rearranging of bedrooms and who slept where, and decisions that were being made about where all the pieces of furniture would go, this pitcher and bowl that Grandma had always loved and displayed, suddenly didn’t have a “home.” So, Grandma looked around for someplace where it could still be displayed, and settled on a corner of the small bedroom that Hubby now had.
Now, I know you’re not surprised to hear that a 13 year old boy wasn’t particularly interested in having an ol’ pitcher and bowl taking up space on a chest of drawers in his bedroom! But, he loved his grandma, and she did “sweeten the pot” a little. She told him that if he would let the bowl and pitcher share his bedroom now, when he grew up and got married, he could have it. That idea intrigued him so the deal was struck.
From then on, the bowl and pitcher lived in Hubby’s bedroom, even after Grandma died when he was 16. And, when we got married, one of the things that he brought to our marriage was this lovely old pitcher and bowl.
When I look at it, I see a reminder of by-gone generations of Hubby’s family who “washed up” in the morning using it. But also, it reminds me of the special bonds that develop in a home that houses three generations of a family. I envy the experiences that go along with an extended family like that. I think it must have been a wonderful way to grow up.