Stuff. We all have it, we all collect it, we all keep it. I'm guilty of all of the above! But frankly, who isn't?
My Mom was raised on a farm. One of her chores was gathering eggs, another was churning butter. And she churned it in this Dazey Churn No. 60.
We visited the farm every 3-4 years for about 3 weeks in the summertime. It was in the Red River Valley, Minnesota. By the time I was old enough, they weren't raising chickens or churning their own butter. Mom helped her Dad "clean up" and we have a few of their items, which makes them antiques because it was that long ago.
I've always appreciated things from the past. So Mom gave me the butter churn. It sits up on a kitchen shelf, but I will never churn butter. Who does that?
But here's my thoughts: will my daughter, my granddaughter even know what it is, or want to keep it once I'm gone? Yes, there are notes on things so they have an understanding, but I'm guessing it just might go in the "donate" box because there's no place, no need for it.
And it makes me kind of sad.

No comments:
Post a Comment