Treasures in the closet

Ever go into the dark depths of your closet and come out doing something completely different than you intended to do?

 

Strange isn't it.   When I was putting away folded sheets, I bumped into an old shadow box that I made in the 70's - so about a hundred years ago.   It had pictures inside of it, my great grandmother's silverware plus some silverware of my grandmother and my mother.   There were little statues of old dogs and cats in my life.   There was my mother's ring and a compact with rouge in it that she used to use and carry with her all the time.   There were even old World War II war ration stamps that were in there.   Yes. . . .  though I was only alive in World War II for eight months before it ended, I had my own war ration stamps with my very own name on them.    Every person was able to get them and I suppose when the baby came, my parents were happy as ducklings to be able to have more stamps to use for gas, food, things like that.  What a time it must have been.

 

The shadow box was falling part so I got a screwdriver and opened it up to save the stuff that was in it.   There was even a doily that my grandmother had crocheted and two crochet needles that were so completely tiny that I can't imagine how she ever saw anything she crocheted.   I can't see the big  yarn now when I'm tieing quilts or crocheting something.   How did she do it!   And the fancy art she pulled out of all that crochet string.   Incredible.  I have a lot of pieces plus a little tiny cup and saucer that she crocheted.   Those people then were brilliant.

 

I took everything out and tossed the broken box in the garbage.   And then started scanning.

 

This was my grandmother keeping a trusting hold on my brother about 1936 or so.  And probably somewhere in Arizona.   I love that buggy to the left.   I think these homes were pre-fab and who knows who built them.   You could order a house out of the Sears and Roebuck catalogue then.  Imagine.

 

 This tiny little picture was in there.   That's my mother and dad sitting on the bumper of whatever kind of car it was.  They were marred in 1933 and as close as she is sitting to him, I'm guessing it was around that time.   The license plate said the year, but I can't see it.   Gotta get a magnifying glass.  So glad I found this picture again.

 

 

 

There was a report card in the box.  This was my mother's when she was in the fifth grade in Richmond, Utah.   I smiled at what the teacher said she was weak in.   Now I know where I got that!  The handwriting of that principal is beautiful.

 

And here are the war ration stamps.   Interesting aren't they?   Here's to hoping we never have to go back to this again.

 

By the way --- it's raining cats and dogs here.   Started Friday evening and still going strong.   My cousin is coming down from Portland, Oregon in a week or so and I just know it better be sunshine and lollipops going on here when she comes to play.   Since Portland has rain all winter long,  I'm sure she doesn't want to see that.  I told I'd do what I could, but Arizona really does need the water.