The term means many things to each of us. I seem to be having more and more of them since aging seems to make a difference in my life. As little as 10-15 years ago, it didn't appear to matter as much.
I'd thought I'd share some 'sweet' flashbacks with you that belong to me. It's like recycling I suppose.
Mom is strumming on the guitar that Dad gave her 60 yrs. ago when they were just teenagers and had just fallen in love. It brings back memories to me because it is the same guitar I learned a few cords on and played in a folk band when I was in high school. All 9 of us kids strummed that guitar at one time or another. I thought it was long gone, and one day last yr., Mom asked me if I wanted it. "It isn't good for anything anymore," she said, "because it's cracked, dried out, and is missing some strings." She said, " It costs your Daddy a few bucks by mail order, from the Sears and Roebuck." It was a searsucker, he'd say, cause he bought that sucker at Sears. It was the same thing he always said about his wool jacket.
Of course, I wanted it. My son surprised me with a new set of strings, had a friend tune it and tell him how to restore it.
My favorite part of this whole truth, is watching Mom play it again and show Andy a few cords. My grandson came down the stairs this past weekend with it in hand, and played it for me. He's only 11, but sure can hit a cord or two. When he heard who it belonged to first, his GGrandma, his pride was showing on his face.
Lookie what I found....now I have to figure out how to get the whole thing home so I can use it as a garden ornament amongst my flowers. I think that's why we have that pretty blue tractor. These wagon wheels remind me of some my GGrandparents had under an old buckboard at the homestead way up north at the T farm.
I also found this old rickety chair. The decorative back, means it has to come home with me too. I already have sweet plans for this one. Any of these carved chairs, old or new, are in my future. I can always find something to do with it...you will see.
These antiquated coat hangers are definitely of the past. These old originals will also find a new home, back board included. There are still some hanging at the farm in the stairway that Mom still uses. We all hung our jackets on them as a kid. I fell against one once, coming down our steep stairs, running late for the breakfast table. I went to school that day with a shiner. Talk about flashback, I just got a zinger headache just thinking about it. Ouch.
A garage sale find, this old rose plate reminds me of my Grams B. I don't recall her having this particular plate, but it just reminds me of her. She loved the violets which adorned alot of her favorite pieces. Perhaps because her name was Viola, was why. Grams was Mom's mother who lived to be a month shy of her 102nd birthday, fully mindful of her surroundings and loved talking about history. Her love of gardening has rubbed off on me and I'm grateful for that.
Heavens, this old bowl takes me a bit too far back. My ex MIL used to have one. I recall she always would say, "Get the mashed potato bowl," and everyone knew right off the bat, which one she was talking about. My daughter has her original one but when I saw this one, I thought, maybe her brother would like one too, just to remember their Grandma by.
So, there ya have it. My weekend found some treasures that sparked some sweet memories. I guess that's what books are made of, Memories gone back.
Have a great day, folks, as you do the same by having a 'pleasureable' flashback.