Memories

A tulip bowl, a wooden pipe, and two pair of eye glasses. What connection could they have?

When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, two aunts and an uncle, all from my father’s side of the family.  My parents both worked, so everyday during the summer months, at 2:30 in the afternoon, my mother would take my brothers, Tommy, Danny, Stephen and I to my grandparents house so they could “babysit” us until my father could pick us up. My father  worked building swimming pools at the time, and didn’t get home until all the pools were poured and set which could sometimes be midnight. During the school year, my grandparents, aunts, and uncle would all come to our house so we could be at home to do our homework and get to bed on time.

Of course we would be served dinner while we were under the care of my grandparents, aunts and uncle. I remember this bowl sitting on the table every evening when we were called in from outside to eat. It would be full of chili, potato salad, macaroni salad, baked beans or any number of other dishes but this bowl was always there. At every family bar-b-que my grandparents attended at our house where people would bring covered dishes, this bowl was always present, and became a childhood memory for me.

Another strong memory I have is that of my grandfather, Curly (funny name seeing how he was bald). I never saw my grandfather without this old wooden pipe in his mouth.

These eye glasses hold a spot in my memory as well.

The old glasses.

The new glasses

My grandparents, aunts, and uncle rarely left their house other than to come just the next street over from their house to ours. The only exception to that was one aunt and the uncle did work so they would go to work and straight back home everyday. When any of them did have to venture “up town” it was usually for a doctor’s appointment and that, in and of itself, became a big event. I remember the day my grandmother went to get a new pair of glasses to replace her very old wire frame ones. She and my aunt both put on their very best house dresses, new Indian beaded moccasins, earrings, and even lipstick! OMG, you would think they won the lottery when they got to go to the eye doctor and get something new.

So, how did these childhood memories come into my possession? My father was the youngest of ten children. When all of his family members had passed away, it was up to him to go and clean out the family home and get it ready to sell. He asked me if I would help him accomplish that task and I did. My father didn’t seem to have any attachment to anything in the house. There wasn’t anything of any great value, but still, I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t want his father’s pipe, or his mother’s eyeglasses ,or something that belonged to them. However, he said he didn’t want anything and told me to either put them in the trash or in the give away pile. I couldn’t do that so I asked him if I could have them. He simply said “take them”.

I guess it is true what “they” say…one man’s trash is another man’s ( or woman’s) treasure:) What do you think?

Stay tuned!

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tracie Blackwell
    Oct 06, 2012 @ 15:38:50

    I think Grandpa died before I was born and I was always too scared of Grandma because I thought her little dogs were going to bite me, but I do remember spending time at the house with the Aunts and Uncle. I remember when we would walk down to the market to get “special” cold cuts for our lunch sandwiches….they NEVER left their house without red lipstick and large pearl necklaces (in colors to match their outfits). As I grew into an adult, I became obsessed with red lipstick. In fact, my cousin’s son told me I looked like Betty Boop and when my grand daughter came over and went through my make up, she asked me why I had so many tubes of red lipstick. I told her that’s what my grandmother and her sisters wore and I thought it looked good….my grand daughter just wrinkled up her nose and said “um…no it doesn’t Nana”! I’m glad you got those things from the house…they are priceless.

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  2. gotham girl
    Oct 10, 2012 @ 17:41:47

    Oh how I love family treasures! Thank goodness you were able to save these from being thrown out. I especially love the pipe. What memories that would always bring! Beautiful posts my dear! Keep em coming! xoxo MORE!

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