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| Note the "sugar saving" suggestion 1944: rationing days |
My mom had primary colored Pyrex bowls; why is recapturing items from my childhood so important? For the last three years I have been searching for these precious pieces of Pyrex like nuggets of gold. I found the big yellow one first; the popcorn bowl in my memories. Last summer at one estate sale I found green and red! The elusive blue could not to be found in my acceptable price range. The thrill of the hunt I told myself as I went to every flea market with that bowl on my list.
Do you search the estate sale photos for something from your childhood memories? I found IT last week. I persuaded Mr. Wonderful to go with me; two sets of eyes to find IT. I told him the other items in the photo that IT was sitting by. I made a run for the basement while he searched for a room with paneling; IT was in that room. My quest in the basement (cinderblock walls in the background): knee hugger elves.
Do you search the estate sale photos for something from your childhood memories? I found IT last week. I persuaded Mr. Wonderful to go with me; two sets of eyes to find IT. I told him the other items in the photo that IT was sitting by. I made a run for the basement while he searched for a room with paneling; IT was in that room. My quest in the basement (cinderblock walls in the background): knee hugger elves.
I went upstairs finding after only one elf, someone else had scooped the boys up. I stopped in the kitchen where I found a recipe box, smelling of storage but full of 1940s recipes all written in the same beautiful handwriting. Mine for $ 2.00! A little bakelite syrup server for a quarter...bliss.
The cookies and cakes section of the recipe box was the fullest, a woman after my own heart! We're dessert eaters here in Scandinavian territory. I love all these little bonus recipe books found in the box. And then I spied it, the Pyrex bowl for $ 5.00, my top price but at last, it was found!
My Little Grama used to sprinkle clothes with a 7up bottle filled with water. The bakelite topper is cracked but a $3.00 price tag brought back another precious memory. When Grama would pick me up after her job at the bakery we went home and drank some coffee (mine 90% milk) and she ironed while we watched General Hospital. I had forgotten that piece of Grama history until I saw the bottle at the sale. I sat the bottle down next to my Grama's cookie jar, a Gay Fad treasure.
Cards of buttons and a needle book to add to my craft stash. Did you dump your Grama's button box and play with them? I can't tell you what I would give to have one day with her, sorting buttons, playing hide the thimble and going to the park to feed the ducks. I was her first grandchild, when I had my first one I took him to meet her. It wasn't until then that I knew how lucky I had been; there's something magic about the first one.
What price can you put on memories? I spent $16.00 for a bowl, buttons, Christmas decorations, syrup pitcher, recipe box, a crocheted pillow case and a vintage story book. In reality, no price can be put on my precious memories but a few dollars can trigger them.
