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| The original Rocking Horse, made of maple from our own property. hat's our oldest grandchild. She now has children of her own. |
One morning recently, one of the bloggers I read each day
wondered about a very old book of fables she’d purchased at the brocante. The
little volume, recovered in fabric, was printed in 1803. It’s a wonderful
pastime to wonder where such treasures have been all these years. Who touched
them, took care of them, and passed them on.
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| A later version, this one made of cherry. Our second brood of granddaughters have this one. |
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often wonder what will happen to some of things Frank and I have. I wonder
what, in years to come, people will make of the monogram he burned into most of
the wooden objects he made. It’s a J
combined with a capital Å, for Åsgard.
(In the 80’s, we moved to a place where there were no house numbers, so the
folks there named their homes. We chose Åsgard, home of the gods. As in ye
gods!?)
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| Katie again with her doll buggy and her scooter. |
From small boxes to a grandfather clock,
from kitchen utensils to Stickley or Shaker style furniture, of all the things he’s made,
and we have albums full of pictures, the things I wonder most about are the
toys. Yes, who will admire them and wonder who made them, who will touch them,
play with them, cherish them, and pass them down to their own grandchildren as
they will be passed down from us.
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Katie's mom had some professional pictures done of her and her toys.Who'd have thunk that the hay wagon would really ever hold hay? |
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