It’s funny, the things that we hold onto from yesterday.
For some, it is an antique wash basin or an old dining room table- maybe thrifted or bought at a collectibles store and worth a “fortune”. For others it is old farm implements, propped up by the mailbox. And then there are those items that, to the naked eye, might mean nothing… but to you they mean the world.
To you they embody a bygone day. A childhood of memories. A love that spans generations.
For me, it is an old flat carpenters pencil sitting on a shelf in my bedroom. Because I don’t ever remember seeing my Grandpa without one behind his ear.
And for my guest blogger Debbie, it was a simple, 9×13 baking dish. Continue reading