It’s week two of Oh You Pretty Things and Mary is hosting over at Keynko. Thanks to those who linked up their Christmas Presents last week – was a delight to read your posts!
This week the theme is heirlooms. Some heirlooms are valuable, some have priceless sentimental value. We are not a family with masters in the attic, but the second category I can do!
As a family we spent every Saturday night at one set of grandparents or the other. My parents were very lucky indeed to have the ability to head out most Saturday nights and then enjoy big family Sunday lunches cooked by one of my Grandparents the following day.
And we kids were lucky too. Being able to spend time with your grandparents, being mollycoddled and treated is a precious thing indeed. And I loved all mine.
I have special memories of them all – from glacier mints stolen from one Granddad, while the other made us milkshake treats from glass bottles of syrup. A Nan who was wonderful with craft and another who worked in a cake shop. All children should have a Nan who works in a cake shop, she would bring home yesterday’s cakes as a treat for us all, and her tabards smelt of sugar and fresh bread.
All sadly passed now though I was lucky enough to make it to 40 before losing my Grandchild status. The objects I am sharing today have no value other than to me. They are the tiny treasures I chose to keep that remind me of being a child in my grandparents homes.
This jewellery box was my Nan’s. It only ever contained trinkets and I was allowed to rummage through them – a favourite being a barrel-shaped watch on a gold chain. It had a ballerina once, and I loved to wind the key and watch her spin. She isn’t there anymore, broken by either by my own or one of the other grandchildren’s inquisitive fingers. The jewellery box was the thing I chose to keep to remind me of their house as it was such a treasure trove as a child, seeming to emit a golden glow when the lid was lifted. And as well as being packed with treasured memories, I also love the look of it. Cream faded to yellow in places, chipped from use and festooned with roses. Gorgeous.
My other set of Grandparents had a side board with sliding glass doors, behind which sat an array of fascinating objects and ornaments. A glass seahorse, china ladies in huge dresses, little metal cars and all manner of ephemera. One of my favourite things to do at their house was take out selected pieces from inside the display cabinet and examine them closely. This tiny teapot shaped infuser and carriage commemorating the Queen’s Coronation were my favourites, and the two things I chose to keep from that very same sideboard when we lost my Granddad last year. The carriage is worn and broken, but holds such fond memories and Syd is fan of taking the teapot down from it’s new home on top of my own sideboard to make tea for teddies.
I caught myself telling Syd not to touch them once. Then remembered the fractures to these much loved things were made by me as a child, and my Grandparents didn’t mind (or if they did I have long forgotten the scolding!). I let him look at them, play with them and tell him stories of when I was small and how wonderful my grandparents were.
Next weeks Oh You Pretty Things is hosted here with me, and I want to see your favourite cups and mugs – maybe there is a mug you were given as a special gift, or a china teacup passed down through the family, or maybe there is just one that sits perfectly in your hand in the mornings, helping you face the day.
Love Miss Cisco XXX