Items such as that are packed away in boxes in the basement storage room, but today, while searching for the soft-serve ice cream maker, I saw a box that was marked "Bric-a-brac from miniature curio cabinet. So I opened it and unwrapped each piece that had been carefully wrapped in packing paper some years ago. Here's what I found:
A cute little cup and saucer, handle broken off cup, made in Japan. It looks to be handpainted. I think it was a gift from someone when I was a child. (Somewhere else among my things is a salt and pepper shaker and imprinted on the bottom is "Made in Occupied Japan." I ran across it some time back but can't recall now where I placed it)
Three little miniature hobnail pieces, two cups (one blue, one white) and a blue vase, part of the top broken off. I know they are old; were in my parents house when I was a child.
The salt and pepper shaker (chipped) was a gift from an aunt and uncle, from their trip to Hot Springs, Ark. I don't recall where the little blue vase came from, but I like it a lot. The little lantern was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was a very small child; there was a larger version as well but mine didn't survive. I believe my sister still has hers. The lanterns were filled with perfume.
A little menagerie! A paper mache dog (probably from the county fair); a little bunny from an Easter basket; a cute little lamb; a monkey; a swan and a glass elephant.
A Delft cream pitcher and a windmill trinkett, souvenirs of my trip to Holland, 1981.
A couple of items from the Estee Lauder collection, Christmas gifts from mother years ago. The soap box contains a blue bar of soap and still smells delicious after more than 30 years. I could not determine why the packing box smelled so very good until I got to the soap box! The other item is a candle, never burned.
Liberty Bell bank. I think this was a Christmas gift; don't recall my age, but I was pretty young.
A metal bank from Conoco Oil Company, my daddy's employer for many years.
A small flowerpot. I have no idea the genesis of this item, but it sat alongside mother's kitchen sink for many years. Cracked, and not really a pretty piece, but I can't part with it.
Mommie Howell's sugar bowl, top missing.
A souvenir from Rock City/Lookout Mountain, Chattanooga, Tenn.
So as you can see, just a pile of junk, really. But I keep them for sentimental purposes. They are returned to their packing box now and will there remains until someone opens it some years in the future and piles it on the trash heap. Never mind, it brought me some pleasure and that's what really matters after all.
Do you hold onto old items such as these?