This used to be my life. A good period in my long life.
Things were so very different then from now. I really miss those days.
I spent a lot of time with great friends, vivacious, younger than me friends,
who shared my love of the 'old ways' in many ways. . . . . .the best of which was
becoming a lover of antiques and vintage decor.
Our shopping forays were fabulous 'treasure hunts' to places I never knew existed.
Our finds were often extraordinary.
Little treasures from years ago.
Holding history in your hand is a wonderful feeling.
The loss of my antiquing friends who have moved away, and my last ten years
of travel which took me afar, have changed me and my life. I no longer take time
to treasure hunt, to meet up with people who love the old, and I miss that.
This time of surviving a pandemic has kept me at home. Looking around at
things I care about, things which bring back special memories, are helping
me through this time.
Meanwhile, to those who are wanting to erase history with acts so
unbearable to watch, I say please stop. Think more deeply about what
you are doing before tugging that rope or spraying that paint can.
Whether a larger than life statue, or a tiny glimmering crystal dangling from what
may be your grandmother's chandelier, history is our past and it is so
important to hold on to it.
Are you well, managing your life, and finding happiness in small things? I truly hope so.