Back here I shared the story of this children's ironing board which resides in my laundry room. Despite the fact that I'm all grown up, these little vintage toys tug at my heartstrings.
You may or may not understand this attraction. If you don't, you may want to mosey on out of here as continuing to read may make you wonder about me. :D
Okay, now that you've been duly warned...
on with the story.
When my mom was still alive she would sometimes give me a monetary gift with a note included saying it was to be used for something I would enjoy (i.e: not to buy groceries or pay bills).
Not one to disappoint my mom, this little gem was
calling screaming my name from the antique store shelf recently:
Thinking I couldn't possible justify the price I remembered a monetary gift I'd received for Christmas. Hmmm, what would mom say?
As long as I'm on the subject of vintage toy love...
I've had these child sized clothespins for a long time.
The laundry tub in the first photo above was way too big for this little vignette.
When we were on our recent getaway, we stopped into the local antique mall where I was hunting for one thing...
a galvanized child's size laundry tub.
I searched carefully through every booth with no luck.
Truthfully I didn't even know if such a thing existed.
As I was about to leave one of the sales ladies asked me if I found what I was looking for. After telling her what it was, she said she had one in her booth. A conversation ensued.
She told me her parents had sold antiques together after their retirement. Her mother's special interest was children's items.
She shared with me that her mother had died unexpectedly last year.
When I told her about my interest in children's kitchen and laundry toys, she said she knew she had a box at home of children's kitchen items that had been her mom's.
She offered to call me if she could locate them and I could come in before the shop opened the next morning to see if I was interested in any of them. She told me she would be happy to know that they were going to a good home.
The next morning when I met her at the shop, she was on the phone for a while. After hanging up she apologized and said that her dad had just fallen. Since he lives in another state she was trying to assess what to do. As the middle child she said the decisions seemed to fall to her. As a fellow middle child, my ears perked up to this. She went on to explain that he has been falling a lot recently, he has been lost without her mother, though a very capable man he was nearly useless in the kitchen she said. We laughed about how with that generation it was so common for men to stay out of the kitchen and laundry room.
Though we needed to get on the road soon, I knew she could use a listening ear.
As she talked I felt her pain.
Emotions still very raw with the loss of her mother and now she said she felt it was probably time for her to find an assisted living home for her father to move into.
These decisions are never easy.
My heart went out to her as I was reminded of going through a similar scenario with my mom.
As we talked she showed me her mom's vintage kitchen toys.
She said she'd like to offer me a better price on anything I was interested in. Along the way she told me bits and pieces of the history of some of these treasures.
A little board to roll cookies on and an angel food cake pan for the little stove remind me of my mom's love for baking cookies and her special angel food cake dessert that we all loved. They also remind me of the antique store owner's mother. A lady I never met but feel that I would have enjoyed knowing had our paths ever crossed.
I'm also reminded of two middle child daughters doing their best to support and love their parents til the end of their days.