Monday, March 16, 2009

Relics of the Past, or Lives Lived Well


During one of my forays into the yard, I have found things. Relics of lives past, memories forgotten, and mementos that I don't really understand. However, I do like to think that within my yard (and my house) there have been many happy memories made. It is a happy place, despite its current under-construction condition. Even the lady who sold it to me said she was really sad to sell it, but her life led her south to Alabama. I've given her an open invitation to visit anytime, and I don't doubt that someday she will come knocking on the door. She is still here, in essence - immortalized (along with her cat, Twiner) in the names and pawprints on the concrete floor of the basement.

Here are some other things I've found around the house. These came from the yard:

The Clam Shells
The story? I think something like this:

"Honey, what are we going to do with those clam shells we brought back from the beach?"
"I thought they would look nice out around the flowerbed, you know - with maybe some hens & chicks around them. Or maybe just put them around the rosebushes."

And that's where I found them.

The Silver Tablespoon

For some reason I hear this dialogue in Granny Sue's voice.

Mom: "Tommy, have you seen my good silver serving spoon?"

Tommy: "I think Aaron had it out in the yard by the Water Maple. He said something about digging a hole to China."

Mom: "That boy! Always messin' in something!"


The Zinc Can Lids



My parents star in this one.

Husband: "Are you sure you want to throw these out?"

Wife: "YES. They don't hold a seal anymore. See how the metal has worn out around the edges. The milk glass inserts are slipping out of the one. Everything has a lifespan, honey. Let it go!"


The Red Glass Slag with the Yellow Streaks

Mother: "Emmy goes everywhere with that piece of red glass her father brought her home from the glass factory. Carries it around everywhere, and calls it her Princess Ruby."

Aunt: "Ah, to be that young again and full of imagination. And energy! If they could bottle that, they could make a million!"

Mother: "And she does have an imagination!"

The Broken Gas Line

Father: "We were lucky. The fire was only small, but it did a number on the boiler. I'll have to replace it."

Neighbor: "Lucky for you that your house was saved. It could have burned down your whole house - good thing you thought quick and turned off the gas."

Father: "Yes, the fireman called it a "flash burn"*. It did a number on the basement ceiling, though."

*There actually is a flash burn on the basement ceiling, from where the former boiler exploded. It could have happened...*

The Green Croquet Ball

During a summer family evening, full of lightning bugs, the smell of lilacs, and laughter:

"Anyone seen the green croquet ball*?"

"Nope. We've looked everywhere and no one found it."

"Oh well, it will turn up eventually!"

*(I found it in the hostas by the back porch.)


The Blue and White China Bits


Great-granddaughter: "I hate that I broke grandma's china bowl. My stupid, slippery hands! She'd be so mad at me if she knew I broke it!"

Mother: "I don't think she'd be mad at you, honey. She used her dishes - and she'd be happy to have you use them. She never did put things up to collect dust. 'Use yer dishes' she always said! So no, I don't think she'd be mad at you."

Great-granddaughter: "Still... I hate that I broke it..."


The Clock Weight


Grandson: "Grandpa's clock is off. I've got to go get a new weight for it, I think."


Mother: "Well, are you sure you know what you're doing? You might make it worse."

Grandson: "How? It don't keep good time now. What could I mess up? Maybe make it go back in time?"

Mother: *laughing* "Maybe! Crazy as he was, his clock might actually do that!"

Grandson: *laughing* "Yeah. I think I'll get a new weight for it."

Now it's your turn. Everyone out there - write a story about this. I'm not sure what it is, but it is solid iron, about 3 inches square, and was lying by the back porch near the drainspout. Best story gets to pick which room of the house I write about next!

Good luck, and have fun with it!

7 comments:

Granny Sue said...

These things are so cool, Jason. I remember finding an intact coffee cup with a rooster on it, , in a pile of junk off the side of our driveway. Since no one lived on our land before us (except one rough cabin many, many years back) there wasn't much to find except arrowheads.

That steel? Hmmm...

Mom: "Why did you bring that thing home? What is it anyway?"

Dad: "They were going to throw it out at the plant. It's part of the glass furnace mountings. They got a new furnace and this part fell off the old one. Guess they really needed a new one with the old falling to pices like that."

Mom: "well, I don't want that ugly thing in the house. Take it out to the shed."

Dad: "I thought we could use it for a door prop for the cellar door. You know how that thing won't close right."

Mom: "You could just FIX the door instead of using that thing for a stopgap, you know. I can just bet you I'll break my toe on it."

Dad: "I'll fix the door, don't worry. This is just a temporary fix."

20 years later, when they moved out, the piece of metal held the cellar door shut after the last jars were carried out.

Jason Burns said...

Nice job- but I hardly expect less from the incomparable GSue!

I guess you win, since yours was the only story I got!

Which part of the house (or any other subject) would you like to hear about?

Matthew Burns said...

I want to hear about the ghost that lives in your attic.

Every attic has to hve a ghost in it, otherwise what is the point of an attic?

Granny Sue said...

I wanna hear about the kitchen, of course, Jason. Attic, Matthew? Kitchens, now those are essential.

Jason Burns said...

I'm not certain my attic has a ghost - or that my house has a ghost at all.

Lanny said...

Oh my, Granny Sue was reading my mind. I had no idea what it really was but thought that would be something some one would use as a door prop and something I'd bust a toe on!! So where's the details on the kitchen?

And I love the pieces of past lives you have found and the stories to go with them.

Jason Burns said...

I've not been able to get photos of my kitchen yet. I know, sounds silly, but lately life's been chasing me out of the house and into the yard.