For the Love of Old

Misi's Display chain was "Feature", it was left to us to decide what we wanted to display.  I wanted to say something about the father who gave me my love of old, and how it has affected my life.  This is the sign my father painted when I was little, it hung on his shop until he sold it when he became sick.  It was the only thing I wanted,  it brought back all those memories of working with dad, hunting all those items of old.  Dad didn't just find old items for his shop to sell, it was in his blood, he just loved each item, wondered where it had been and the stories it could tell, the more wear it had the better.  I am the same way, the more wear, falling apart it is, the more it seems it was used or well loved.

I love this old wooden winder with the early blue cloth with a mend in it, wondered whose hands had made it, and the little shoes, I have a growing collection of them, just makes you wonder who had them, and how many it was passed down to.

I love this old chippy blue cabinet so much I kept it, could not take it to the antique mall.  The old milk pitchers I have collected over the years.  The white one in the middle has a special memory, I had gotten it at dad's shop when I was in my teens, I had placed it among my keepsakes for my house when someday I would marry.

The cabinets here are not old, but the pewter collection is, I just love how it has darker with age.  The butter crock is special, it belonged to my uncle, who loved old things as well, my dad's youngest brother, him and dad where always on the hunt for the  old stuff.

This cabinet will always be very special.  In 2002 my dad bought his last estate sale.  It was an old house full of all kind of things.  I helped dad for two days loading two trucks making several trips to that old house.  This old wardrobe was in a closet.  I just had to buy it from him, it has been in my living room ever since, it has a mirror that pulls out and flips up so you can adjust your hat just right.  The little red rocker was mine as a child, it sits waiting for Oliver when he gets here and gets big enough to sit in it.  The love of old is something I will always be thankful for my father giving me.  I still miss him when I come across those very special old items.  I use to go by and show him what I had found, and sometime I would look out and in my driveway his truck would be there, he had come to show me his truck loaded with his newly found treasures.  Dad love of old was there to the very end, he had worked the flea market with his old wares just two days before he died.  Dad didn't leave much when he left this world but he left behind more than he could of imagined, a daughter that has his same passion, the love of old.  Vicky