My sweet little corner of M-burg is starting to feel like home. I've loved being able to decorate and pull much of my Africa stuff out of storage. Fortunately, my roommate also has a connection to Africa, and she doesn't mind the theme of our living room.
My room has a few very special elements. My cedar chest (the right had side of the picture above), my bed frame, and my bookshelf (not in the picture above) were all handmade by my grandfather. The quilt on my bed is a pattern called "Around the World," and it was handmade by my grandmother.
My kitchen is equipped with family memories as well. My silverware belonged to my great-grandparents. My glasses were my great-great-aunt's. My flatware were my grandmother's. I have a pitcher and five glasses that were a wedding gift to my great-grandmother in 1924. I have dinnerware that was my great-grandmother's "everyday" dishes. The table in our kitchen was used by my grandfather and his siblings.
I didn't think that I was a person who liked antiques. I'm not sure that I am even now. But I love the history. There are only things, and as such I want to hold them lightly. But in an age when so much is disposable, there is something wonderful about using a spoon made in 1887.
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