I am finally back.. I don't know about you, but I am more than ready for spring. My dear 4 year old granddaughter just spent two weeks in the hospital .. Seems that all the viruses start thinning out out once spring arrives. I sure hope so.
While getting ready for spring and moving things around (you know how spring makes you want to rearrange things in your house to get a fresh look? ).. anyway I ran across these old binoculars and thought they were perfect to remind me the birds should be coming home soon. The case is very worn probably because of they were pulled out so often. Don't you think because someone loved using them long ago? .. The pocket watch, binoculars and pocket knife were passed down in my husband's family with no story.. What we do know is my husband's great grandfather sold locomotives all over the world in the 1800's and early 1900's. He passed away from a heart attack running to catch a train in 1920....for those of you not from the South.. passed away is what Southerners say when someone dies... don't ask me why... guess it sounds less harsh.
I love the worn look on everything.. that's part of the story I think.. I wish we could have an instant replay of what he saw with those binoculars.. He must have used them often traveling the world.
Why did I ever let items like these sit in a drawer? Every item tells a story... maybe I have just starting thinking differently since I have gotten a little
Here is the outside of the pocket watch.. can't you imagine him riding the trains, checking the time and watching the view with his binoculars? Wonder if he check the time on his last run to catch the train? What a life he must have had. If only old items could talk.. but they do kind of tell us a story don't they?
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