The sound of Barbara Streisand fills my head this morning. It is a rich sound and a beautiful melody:
"Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were"
When I sat down this morning, I noticed a very old cookie cutter in the shape of a horse. It is newly displayed in our home, though it was gifted to me by the General's sister some time ago. When she was last at our home, she saw the cookie cutter and unbeknown to me, asked the General if she could take it home for a project. She planned to return it to me.
The cookie cutter had been given to the General by my grandmother years ago. According to Granny, when my dad was a little kid and they were shopping at the General Store, he asked if he could buy something. He picked out the cookie cutter.
I suspect that over the years, my dad helped Granny make cookies many times. One of the things I most enjoyed from my childhood was helping Granny to make cookies.
Designing a plaque to display the cookie cutter was a thoughtful and clever idea. I purchased screws to attach the cookie cutter to the wooden plaque this week and immediately the plaque came alive with sentimental value.
The plaque is not only a trigger that brings my father back, but it also reminds me of Granny and the times we shared in her kitchen when I was a little kid. Interestingly, when my daughter saw the plague, she told her mother to put a blue dot on it. She wants the plaque when we are gone.
Scattered pictures vie for places in our home. Under the concept that less is more, I want to be careful not to overdo it. That is a balancing act that is difficult for me.
In our previous home, I lined the wall in the stairwell with old family photos. Many of them were from my grandparent's era. For a while, I framed pictures as a hobby. That ensured vivid reminders from the past would be constantly on display.
Our house has lots of glass. That limits wall space for hanging pictures. The General and I will figure it out. We painted the interior of our home white. I've never lived with white walls before, but I think white looks best if it is not covered with pictures.
We opted to paint the woodwork Morrison Gray. It is a color from the early 1900s. When I saw the color, it triggered a memory of the home of an aunt. They lived in the home that had been her husband's boyhood home. The trim work was painted Morrison Gray.
"Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind.
All The Best!
Don
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