Thursday, April 23, 2009

The old adage is true...


"one man's junk is another man's treasure."
At least it is in this case. This is my little garage sale treasure that I mentioned in the previous post. I spotted it at my neighbors' as I was bringing boxes over to unpack in her garage. Instantly, I was flooded with memories of my grandma who passed away nearly 20 years ago, and the same pink dish of powder she kept in her bathroom closet. This one is empty now, and the satiny puff missing, but it still smells of that sweet powder that grandma would let my cousin, Amy (also now passed) and I carefully dust ourselves with as we played beauty shop in her bathroom. I ignored the temptation to buy it on my first trip over to her garage, but found myself thinking about it most of the afternoon yesterday, so when I went back last evening with more "treasures" to unload, I scooped it up without blinking. Mmmm. I love that smell. This one happened to belong to my neighbor's mother, and I was happy to pay the 25 cents for the priceless memories it stirred up. I'm not sure yet what I'll do with it, but for now it sits on my dresser where I can lift the lid and soak up the sweet memories anytime I please. I have a few pieces of grandma's costume jewelry, and her pearls that I may keep in here now...who knows. I'm just so tickled with my lucky find, perhaps grandma or Amy had more to do with it than luck, I hope they're tickled that I recognized it. Thanks, I miss you both.

3 comments:

wife, mother and so much more! said...

Thanks, Jamie, for the tear jerker!

Anonymous said...

Isn't it wonderful how things that don't mean anything to someone else can stir up such wonderful memories for others? I had my Grandma's cracker jar. It wasn't anything special, just a glass jar with a lid. She used to keep buttery Town House Crackers in it that we used to eat when we went to her house. When she passed away last year and all of her things were distributed to numerous family members, I happened to get the cracker jar and was thrilled. I put it on a high shelf in our pantry and every time I saw it I thought of her. Well, my 2 1/2 year old somehow managed to break it by pulling the bar stool up and tried to get it down. I am so sad and am now looking for a replacement. I'm sure I'll be as happy to find a new one as you were to find your "new" treasure! My advice...keep it up and away from curious little fingers!

Stacie said...

I had a similar find two years ago. I was on a walk with the girls and since it was trash night there was all kinds of bags out. In our neighbors trash was a the sugar jar to a tea set that my grandma had. Since there are over 50 grandchildren I was not able to get a piece of it, but now I have the next best thing, a look a like from the neighbors trash. :)