What is is about trunks & suitcases?
Or maybe it's just these?
These were used by my Mother during World War II,
when she followed my Father to Rhode Island.
I love these....
maybe because they were used during a crucial time of our history,
or maybe just because they belonged to my Mother,
or maybe because they have held up so well in spite of all their miles,
or maybe because they are a great for storage...
maybe for all of these reasons =)
As a young boy my Father sat around this this radio.
Listening to world events and programs that would help to mold him into the man he was to become.
I am fortunate enough to have some of the postcards that came through my families hands through the years. I wanted a way to display some of my favorites.
I also have a lot of vintage lace that my Grandmother made.
I decided to incorporate them into a framed collage that now sits on my coffee table to remind us of simpler times.
The picture postcard in the center is of the town I currently live in during the early 1900's.
This piano was brought by my husbands family from Missouri to California in the early 1900's. It had quite a journey in a covered wagon. The painting displayed is by Joan Waff, framed in a vintage cabinet door. This painting represents my roots. It is my Grandparents farm in the Livermore Hills. "The Ranch" my Grandfather built with his bare hands. Not one but two houses. "The Old House" where they lived until the new much larger house was finished. The barn where they milked hundreds of cattle every day. "The Ranch" where my Aunts & Uncle lived for many years after his passing. 200 acres of prime farmland that they worked everyday during the course of their lives. This painting is by F.O. Marino, 1988. I hold all these close to my heart as a reminder of where I came from.