I love anything that has a story; a treasure I like to call it. I love a toy that was so loved it’s been handed down for generations, or a baby dress that your grandmother wore. I love a treasure in my house that has once been in my parent’s house, or grandparent’s house, or great grandparents house.
When my parents and grandparents sold our condo in Park City a few summers ago, I was lucky enough to inherited one of the beds. It was the bed that my grandparents always slept in downstairs and it belonged to my grandmother’s father’s sister, Aunt Lil. (Pheeew, did you follow all that?) When my grandmother’s aunt passed away my grandma inherited it. When we sold the condo, I inherited it, a true treasure to me. It is a beautiful white wrought iron headboard and footboard. I can’t wait one day for a little girl to sleep in it again. I love that I have it and know where it came from and who it belonged to and where is has been. I hope it stays in the family and with someone who appreciates it for a long long time!
There are a few treasures like this at my parent’s house that I am sure all my sisters would happily display in their home. The two I am thinking of are my dad’s train set and my mom’s glass clowns.
My grandpa bought my dad a 1946 authentic freight train set when he was 3 or 4 years old. I know it is probably one of my dad’s very few prized possession. It was always around my Grandparents Christmas tree each year for all the kids to enjoy. We LOVED it, and now our kids love it. A few years back, my grandpa gave it to my dad for his home and his grandchildren to enjoy. My dad takes very serious care of his train and the kids have strict rules when they are around it. But my dad always gives the kids turns tooting the horn and carefully stepping over the track to make a tunnel for the train to ride through. Dax absolutely loved his grandpa’s train last Christmas. I loved seeing the joy my dad had in his eyes seeing the kids playing with it and I loved that way I felt watching Dax play with it, and I loved the absolute delight Dax had in his eyes playing with it.
At grandma and grandpa’s house, my mom has a wonderful playroom for the kids. There is a closet full of games, toys and puzzles. She has some great vintage Little People sets that all the kids still love paying with, no matter how old, and a lot of the toys us girls played with when we were little. The whole entire playroom came to shape around my grandmother’s glass clowns. My mom’s parents passed away when we were little, and there are only a few select memories I have of them, but one is definitely seeing those little clowns on the end tables in their little apartment next to a dish of peppermints. They sit up very high in the playroom so that none of the kids can reach them. They are adorable. Practically every time we are at my mom’s playing, Dax asks for the one with the balloons to get down so he can play with it. I love that he recognizes how special they are.
The reason I have been thinking about this lately is because I think I know what one treasure I will be passing onto Dax. It’s his Airplanes. When I was pregnant with Dax Austin gave me this adorable mobile for Dax’s room that probably cost more than most birthday presents he buys me. I had been eyeing it for a few months and desperately wanted it, but couldn’t justify paying more for a mobile than just about any other thing we had bought for his room. When I got it for my birthday I was elated. It didn’t play music; it didn’t have a nice arm to hang from the side of the crib. It simply hung from the ceiling. It has 4 vintage model airplanes in green, blue, red, and yellow and that is all. I loved it because it didn’t say “baby” to me. It looked like any boy, of any age, could love. We instantly hung it over the crib. Since the day Dax started sleeping in his crib, he has slept under this mobile. Now that he is out of his crib and into his twin bed, it still hangs over him when he sleeps. When we transitioned Dax into a bed, I spent a few nights sleeping under those planes, and I can see why he loves them. He still falls asleep looking at them swing.
The other day I caught Dax standing on his bed reaching to get his planes. I smiled as I watched him through the crack in his door. He loves those planes. He’s had them since he was a baby, and I think he will enjoy them for a really long time. I can’t believe one day he will have a son of his own, and I can’t wait to give them to him so he can hang them in his own son’s room.
What "treasures" do you hope to pass along to your children??
5 comments:
I loved his mobile and can see why you wanted it so bad!!! It's so perfect for a little boy and I know it will be a treasure for him for a long time!!!How cute to pass such a great treasure onto him!!!
Do your parents still have that church bench!!!??I loved that thing!
So, I will admit, I thought you were trying to tell us you were prego again when I read about being excited to have a little girl sleep in that white bed.....Anything you want to share?
Treasures as you call them are so hard for me....with my dad passing when I was so young and my mom so suddenly when I was pregnant with Madison, I think of all the things what could have been, but I have not found or don't know about yet. I am so careful now with Madison and soon to be Lauren, I make sure I label things for them, that I make them things like quilts and blankets, books that I write little notes in and am so careful to not throw away something that THEY might think of as treasures later on down the road....I drive Jon NUTS with this, but at least they will know, ever since they were in my tummy, I was thinking about them!
Great post!
I've read this post, but totally forgot I hadn't left a comment. This was great to read. I had no idea you had that headboard still. You sure are lucky! I'm not sure what treasure I want to pass along to my kids, but I hope it's something I made and something they have fond memories of!
This is a sweet post. I love the sentiment behind family treasures.
I have a blanket that my Grandma gave to me when I was born. I literally came home from the hospital in it. When Luke was about 1 he found it. OK, it was in my bed as I still slept with it on occasion. And he never let go. He sleeps with it every night. It makes me smile to see him with it.
Dave's Grandpa died when his Dad was on his Mission... it was a freak plane crash with Dave's Grandma in their little plane. But my Father in law has the front to his work cover-all's in a frame. He owned a Ford dealership in WY. Its in a frame in the garage... you can still see some of the dirt and grease on them. We were promised this treasure one day. I love the sentiment behind them.
These things make me so happy and reminiscent.
I too love "treasures". I do not know at this point what will be passed down to my children, but I know I too have things that have been given to me that are my treasures. I am sure each of my children will get one of the doulies my grandmother has lovingly made for me at Christmas and my birthday. I have a small fish puzzle my grandfather made that I just love. . . especially now that he is gone. I love old things and I love something that is sentimental. I have homemade dresses my mother made me that will be treasures for a long time for me and hopefully one day I will have a daughter and get her picture taken in one or two.
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