Barbara Grace Lake

I can relate! What was once new is now vintage. Yet, I can’t bear to part with the things that hold fond memories. When I die my children will likely throw out many of my treasures. I imagine they will keep the items that bring them fond memories of their childhood. It’s funny what becomes a treasure. When my father passed, a decade after my mother, my youngest son helped me gather up his belongings and make choices on what to keep. My son was a film student in college at the time (now he is an assistant director in television and movies). He loved my parents’ old movie camera and projector from the 1940’s. In fact, he created several films using the vintage items. Had he not taken them I probably would have donated them. I kept my mom’s vintage kitchen items because I thought they were unique, and her old dishes were beautiful. So treasures are in the eye of the beholder.
My grandfather was a tailor. I doubt my children would be interested in his vintage thimbles. Yet I cherish them.
My oldest son kept my father’s WWII dog tags and medals. He idolized my Dad. Everyone finds value in something.
Thank you for this delightful poem.

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