I am a collector. I collect old stuff. I sell my extra old stuff in an antique booth. I keep the old stuff I love and find a place for it at my house – much to the dismay of my practical husband. You wouldn’t believe the cool stuff we have found since we began junkin’ and hunting for vintage treasures. I KNOW……. antiques are not all the rage with some of the younger crowd. They are wanting to get RID of their parents’ old junk. But there are some young’uns who are finding value in the vintage, some who express their creative style by repurposing and some who just love the idea of the chic hominess that exudes from the Chip and Joanna style (shiplap and all).
I collect books. I read some of them. But I cannot let a good book go to waste! I discovered A Tree Grows in Brooklyn in a pile of books in the neighborhood center median, discarded during a clean out session. It was a 1940’s edition. I started reading it and couldn’t put it down. My research determined that it was a classic. I could have told you that after the first paragraph! If I find an old book I usually read it before I shelve it or sell it! You should see my bookcases! My husband says they are a mess…. I say they have character!
I’m not a pristine sort of person. I could never live in a home that looks like a Hampton Inn, all neat and minimal. I like crushed cushions and nicked-character filled old stuff that tells the story and history of our family. Couches to be sat on…. ottomans to prop feet on… fans – many fans for a cool breeze in any room of the house and/or porches, too. I’ll just keep the old stuff, and cool breezes, thank you, and leave IKEA to the young’uns.
I collect memories. Coming to a reflective age and having so many memories to reflect on, I like to think makes us wiser…… (Does wise always denote age? I thought I was very wise when I was 35. Now I realize I didn’t have a clue!) I believe we see things from a different perspective and point of view as each decade brings new awareness. We are given the gift of understanding our parents (especially) and grandparents in a whole new way.
I see my mother as resilient and strong rather than somber and stoic. My dad mapped out a survival plan on a continual basis and was a fun-loving Daddy figure I always enjoyed, however, bent toward co-dependence. One grandparent instilled “children should be seen and not heard”, but now I understand that attitude was born of hardship. Another grandparent instilled creativity, beauty, and kindness…and forever changed me – for the better – I hope. I have developed respect for them all that did not exist until I reached a “certain age”. Oh, the joys of growing older……. (When I was a child, I talked like a child. I thought like a child. I reasoned like a child. Now I have put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11)
Our recollection of experiences, hardships, joys, and sorrows continually change us as we observe growth in ourselves, in those we love, our children, our spouses, our family and friends.
I am humbled to see how God has worked in all! He is at work, even in the darkest days. He is at work during the delightful moments of joy and fulfillment. He is at work. All. The. Time.
So…. for today….. let’s place our trust and faith in Him.
You are in someone’s memory collection already.
Today is a new day. Make it a day worth remembering.
I collect books. I read some of them. But I cannot let a good book go to waste! I discovered A Tree Grows in Brooklyn in a pile of books in the neighborhood center median, discarded during a clean out session. It was a 1940’s edition. I started reading it and couldn’t put it down. My research determined that it was a classic. I could have told you that after the first paragraph! If I find an old book I usually read it before I shelve it or sell it! You should see my bookcases! My husband says they are a mess…. I say they have character!
I’m not a pristine sort of person. I could never live in a home that looks like a Hampton Inn, all neat and minimal. I like crushed cushions and nicked-character filled old stuff that tells the story and history of our family. Couches to be sat on…. ottomans to prop feet on… fans – many fans for a cool breeze in any room of the house and/or porches, too. I’ll just keep the old stuff, and cool breezes, thank you, and leave IKEA to the young’uns.
I collect memories. Coming to a reflective age and having so many memories to reflect on, I like to think makes us wiser…… (Does wise always denote age? I thought I was very wise when I was 35. Now I realize I didn’t have a clue!) I believe we see things from a different perspective and point of view as each decade brings new awareness. We are given the gift of understanding our parents (especially) and grandparents in a whole new way.
I see my mother as resilient and strong rather than somber and stoic. My dad mapped out a survival plan on a continual basis and was a fun-loving Daddy figure I always enjoyed, however, bent toward co-dependence. One grandparent instilled “children should be seen and not heard”, but now I understand that attitude was born of hardship. Another grandparent instilled creativity, beauty, and kindness…and forever changed me – for the better – I hope. I have developed respect for them all that did not exist until I reached a “certain age”. Oh, the joys of growing older……. (When I was a child, I talked like a child. I thought like a child. I reasoned like a child. Now I have put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11)
Our recollection of experiences, hardships, joys, and sorrows continually change us as we observe growth in ourselves, in those we love, our children, our spouses, our family and friends.
I am humbled to see how God has worked in all! He is at work, even in the darkest days. He is at work during the delightful moments of joy and fulfillment. He is at work. All. The. Time.
So…. for today….. let’s place our trust and faith in Him.
You are in someone’s memory collection already.
Today is a new day. Make it a day worth remembering.
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