Filing my dreams…
So many stands, dressers, and wardrobes filled the largest event center in town. People had arrived in trucks and vans, a whole storm of them piling out since early this morning. They were not polite, and they certainly were not shy. Not one nice word was spoke, not one kind look was sent my way. I had tried to stay outside, making the loop around the large pond all day, but I was beyond weary. Not to mention, I was shaky from not eating since before daylight.
People were in that beautiful building, behaving like they had never seen furniture before. There were some pretty pieces, but what was inside is what drew one to open a drawer. If you even tried to guess what was laying in there, you would be completely wrong each and every time. I had known this since I was a little girl.
My Mamaw lived a few blocks from my mother and daddy, an myself. She was always so much fun, an I wish I could have spent every day with her during the summer or stay the night on weekends.
This might seem strange, but I never opened too many drawers. I would take the handles carefully in my hands, sliding the drawer out quietly, then slowly let the handles out from my fingers.
Each time, the drawer held handmade doilies and tablecloths. Mamaw had made them, and they were beautiful. I would gently run the back of my hands over the top. Not once did I dig down under to the bottom of the drawers.
I missed her so much. I would love to hear her laugh one more time. Or see her peeking around the corner as I closed a drawer. While others were inside finding different treasures in a frantic search for instant wealth, loading up their vans and trucks, I was heading home.
Suddenly, I was filled with the strongest desire to go open that drawer one more time. Maybe under the handmade doilies and tablecloths, a photo would appear. A photo of Mamaw an I, and we are playing in front of her house on a warm summer day.
These 3 little sweet dishes were found at our Wilson County Community Center. For $1.50 I was the proud owner 🙂
They are displayed here with some early Fall leaves that I gathered by the tree line that borders the Woods behind our home here in Tennessee.
Spilling over is fresh herbs that I need to dry and crush.
Last night two of the dishes held diced green onions and shredded cheese for the homemade chili that cooked all day in the crockpot.
Thrown under the sink,these tarnished beauties from a couple to a few generations ago,wondered if I had forget them forever. I still have the smaller spoons and forks to work on. They were the utensils my mom fed my older brother and I with. As I cleaned them, I felt bad that I had left them neglected for so long. My family used these at family meals where people actually gathered at the table to eat together. We were raised at the table and for the most part raised our children this way,asking about their day,laughing,talking. We have slipped more in to paper plates and watching a movie on the couch or in our room. On special occasions, I pull out the family china that all four of our kids love and we scrunch in around the table.
Since I have really been searching on ancestry.com and findagrave.com, I wish I could go back in time and watch my past generation serve food with these treasures. Watch their hands pass around platters of food,lifting the meat fork with fresh chicken or pork right from their farm,dipping out potatoes and carrots with the big serving spoon,using the sugar spoon to sweeten their tea….listen to them laugh,argue,hear what their dreams were…
One sugar spoon has the initials B.G. engraved on it. Me being such a curious person,this has drove me about crazy. The initials do not seem to “belong” on our family tree at all. I am aware there are some mysteries along the family roots that the family tried very hard to keep concealed, but I am working diligently to dig them up! Maybe I will be able to write about the solving of the initials one day.
I am searching for a pretty lace tablecloth at Goodwill and the Community Center,then I will dress it up with our special china,our families old cut glass,and our slightly tarnished beauties from old. Then our dearly departed loved ones can watch from afar as we pray,laugh,and eat.