I took this photo in the late afternoon as the setting sun cast shadows in our entry way. This old canon crock looks better and better with age. It is rough to the touch and is a lovely, mottled grey and brown.
Every page in this old store ledger bears the date 1883...sales for the entire year are recorded in this beautiful, flowing script. Several names are repeated many times throughout the pages...regular customers...no doubt.
I remember these wonderful leather ladies gloves from my childhood. They were displayed on my grandmother's desk, much the same as they are here. Somewhere in time she gifted them to me. They are a beautiful parchment tan in color, and are so narrow, only the smallest of hands could have worn them. Amazingly, they sport all of their original buttons.
The love of "old" is something I grew up with and never out-grew. Both of my grandmothers had antiques...things that were later passed to my parents, and have since been passed on to me. I love these pieces of old...not for any monetary value they might have...but because they have been part of my life for such a long time. The loved ones who treasured them might be gone, but I see their faces and hear their voices...every afternoon...in the light, among the shadows.
Enjoy the day,