In my house, I have an assortment of antiques, some even with stories. Well, they all have stories, really, but there are some, I'll admit, whose stories are and will always be a mystery to me. But they are still pretty neat, so they are part of my collection.
Visuals, I will give you some. But only the ones with the known stories and because, well, I have too much other stuff and then where would I stop and it's just stuff after all.
Every teacher who appreciates antiques would want this ruler in his or her classroom. It was my grandfather's. They just don't make them like that anymore.
Imagine having to mix things with this? It is a pretty neat contraption and, I might add, still works. Belonged to my paternal grandmother.
Can you guess what this is? It also still works. My 8-year-old guessed right away, so you probably can too. Think logically, like an 8-year-old would! The answer should come to you.
This was my paternal grandfather's "strong box" as he liked to call it. I think it's pretty cool.
Some of the linens in this basket were crocheted by my aunt and paternal grandmother. I don't know what that hammer thing is but here's what I'm calling it -- a Gong. If you know, please share so I can call it by its correct name, or else it will be known as the Gong.
I noticed this hanging on the wall in the basement that was once my grandparents. My aunt lived there but was planning a move out of state, so I boldly asked if I could have it. I have to find a place to hang it in my house now.
Nice lamp, huh? I admired this every time I went to visit my maternal grandparents and then when my grandfather planned to move to Florida, he gave me some things and I asked if I could have this lamp along with the beautiful hutch and buffet that belonged to them for so many years.
My aunt didn't want to take the pink depressed glassware with her on her move, so she gave that to me, too. It belonged to my paternal grandparents. The bone china belonged to my maternal grandparents. I think they look lovely in that hutch, don't you?
Old milk bottles on display here. Those are just the boys' marbles in one because don't I keep finding them all over the floor all over the house and now we have a puppy and the sound of a puppy choking on a marble is not a sound I want to ever have to hear, so there they set in the bottle. These were my paternal grandparents'.
And this is not just a desk. No, within its hidden confines is a beautiful Singer. Ms. Singer and I, we will be spending a lot of time together in the next few months. Check out the box to the left. Chock full of threads of every imaginable color. Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart. Oh, this belonged to my Aunt Toula and was given to me by another aunt who had kept it several years after Aunt Toula had passed away.
One of my favorite, favorite items recently acquired, this antique baby carriage. It was my aunt's and she was saving it to hopefully pass on to a granddaughter one day but she has two adorable grandsons and again, she was downsizing in her move, so she asked if I wanted it, even though she knew I have no daughters, nor would I ever have any daughters. But someday, I may have granddaughters (God willing, please, just one would mean the world to me), so rather than throw it or give it away, my aunt thankfully recognized my appreciation for things like these and offered it to me. I will display it as a piece of furniture in my house, and sadly, I may have to even include a sign directed towards the boys that will say, "DO NOT TOUCH - NOT FOR PLAY" because if I don't, then I don't have to tell you what could happen to it.
And if there is anything of value in this house, well, these pretty much sum them up. But they are all priceless to me.
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