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I grew up not far from where I live now - on the other side of the mountains. In the Hawkesbury area. a few years ago we went to a garage sale in an old house that I loved as a teenager. It was a deceased estate sale *the old lady who had lived there had died quite a few months prior, aged around 89* and her children opened the whole house and sold everything off. What treasures were to be found ! I rummaged & scrounged and found all manner of things - but the one thing that I found, pushed up into the back of the pantry, was this bottle of preserved pears. after the owners got over the initial shock that someone would actually want to buy this, they charged me 50c - lid all rusty and I am sure, full of botulism *if I dared open it* but I won't because to me, it represents those days spent with my grandma bottling fruit.*preserving fruit with grandma* It sits on my bench for me to see everyday & I often stop and wonder who the lady was, what her dreams were and if she had found her 'authentic self' * did she sing while she cooked and cleaned or was it a drudge like it is for many of us sometimes. I wonder. That is why it is SO important to do little things to make you smile - to light that tea-candle or burn that incense, to have one special little chocolate on a little vintage saucer with a cup of coffee full of wicked cream or to take the time to treat yourself to a foot bath - things that are so important in todays * way - too - fast world
posted by Miss Robyn | 3:58 pm
8 Comments:
Your way of viewing life and enjoying the dailyness of it all is beautiful...Thanks for sharing parts of your life and stories with us..I certainly look forward to each one.
Canning was always a 'drudge' for me but I must say that is a lovely looking jar of pears. I can identify better with the candle and other things that make me smile. Blogging to think of one thing....= ).
I have a love/sorrow fascination with estate sales. While I love finding treasures from the past, I am always a bit sad that this is the end of someone's life and their possessions. I look ahead and see my own "stuff" sold off to greedy dealers and scavengers. To avoid being one of ~those~, I always say a little prayer of blessing over the things I buy. It may seem silly, but it helps ease my heart pain and guilt. I went to a sale last weekend, a living estate sale of a 103 year old woman. She had some incredible, lovely stuff and I have a few things to keep, some to sell, and I just hope that the new owners will love her items as much as she did. Thanks for reminding me how important even the little things are.
I just love your stories, always thought provoking and always bring a smile to my face. Thank you ms*robyn :)
I love posts like this, Ms*Robyn. When my girls were little a neighbour taught me how to pickle green tomatoes and make green tomato relish. It was such fun to have my own little stash in a dark cupboard in the basement.
PS: Where I live, not many tomatoes make it to the orange/red stage before frost.
You convey your thoughts and feelings so eloquently...I agree with you that we live in a very fast paced world, we must slow down and pamper and do those things which nurture our spirit! have a wonderful day dear...xo
I've never been to an estate sale but would love to tho, however I have been to loads of garage sales and have never found bottled fruit. It's good that you have that memory of your nana tho...
Ms Robyn you have excelled yourself this time. I have never seen such a wonderful preserving jar/jug. As an occasional collector of old preserving jars, I am sitting here going a lovely shade of green - and St Pat's day has not come yet.
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