Thursday, March 21, 2013


Basement, continued...
by Julie

I'm deep, really deep in a manuscript right now. I'm working on the 7th White House Chef Mystery and the story has been giving me fits from the very start. There was one plot point I knew I'd have to address... and, truth be told, the one I mostly wanted to address... but I had to wrap that in with a mystery that brought it all together.

This has been a particularly tough go.

So, I'm taking a break in my day to write my post for The Cozy Chicks and I remembered that I've been telling you about our basement project.

If there's anything that helps me relax my brain after a long week of writing, it's reorganizing. Seriously. I thoroughly am enjoying this part of the journey. And since we've been at this since November, you can tell I'm enjoying it a lot! LOL

We have all sorts of sections. We have them for Barbies, comic books, housewares that don't fit in our kitchen cabinets, cleaning supplies, old pictures (I've mentioned these before), holiday decorations (separated into seasons, of course), gift wrap, stuff from my parents I can't bear to part with, old clothes that are meaningful for one reason or another, costume pieces, art supplies, craft supplies... well, you get the picture.

One of the nicest things about cleaning out as thoroughly as we're doing is finding old treasures. You know ... the things you never use anymore, the things you'll probably never need again, but are too valuable (sentimentally) to give away. One of the ones I was particularly happy to come across was this buggy.

My mom used to tell me the story of how she and her mother took me to Marshall Field's in Chicago's Loop when I was very little - I might have been two years old. It was Christmastime, back when they devoted an entire floor to toy displays and I spied this buggy immediately. I guess I walked around the entire floor pushing it while they shopped. So much so, that my grandmother insisted on buying it for me.

Now, my parents weren't well off. Not by a long shot. And my grandmother even less so. I look at this beautiful buggy (which I used for many, many loving years) and I realize that it was probably quite pricey back in the day. Wow. I know this must have been a stretch for her. Especially since I was her ninth grandchild at that point.

I'm grateful that she got to see me enjoy it for quite a few years before she died, and it makes me feel especially good that I still have it and still cherish it.

I have a few other treasures like this one. Most of the rest don't take up quite as much space, of course.

What about you? Are you still holding onto things from your childhood?

Are there any children in your life holding onto treasures you've given them?


Aurian said...

This is lovely Julie. I still have the bedspread my grandmother crocheted (which I don't use but don't want to throw away). I also have a woollen shawl my grandmother knitted for me when I was about 10 and I still use it every winter. It doesn't seem to get old or broken at all. From my other grandmother, I have crocheted spiderweb thin doilies which I also never use.

But besides that, the only things I have kept are books. And now my nieces and nephews read some of them. I am not very sentimental.

lavendersbluegreen said...

It is just wonderful that you still have this. I have some of my childhood treasures and absolutely wish I had more.

Sue said...

That's so cool that you still have that buggy. I still have all my barbie dolls and their clothes from when I was little. Every now and again I take them down and change their clothes. When I do, my 16 yr old is right there to laugh at the styles from the 60's but we have a good time.

Jeannie D. said...

My wonderful Daddy, whom I lost two years ago, gave me my first Nancy Drew mystery. I still have it. He is the reason I still read mysteries today. I still have some of my other treasures from childhood as well. Sometimes, I will think of something and wish I still had it. My daughter will inherit them all. It is neat you still have your buggy, it is cute. You don't see little girls pushing buggies much anymore.

Fred said...

I still have my "doggie". The story goes, and I don't remember the age, maybe 2 or 3, I lost him. Cried my eyes out and they tried to give me another stuffed dog, wouldn't work. Finally, after driving all over town they found one. I told the little guy my life story, often. He is now old enough to collect Social Security. That's one stuffed toy my Westie isn't allowed near.

Barbara T. said...

Remember baton twirling? I preformed in a parade with my school baton group. No idea why my mother saved the baton, but since she did I have it in my umbrella stand.

Linda in MA said...

I have a doll house my grandfather made for me. Also all the furniture that he and my grandmother made for it. Also my Barbie doll, clothes and her suitcase. A bride doll my uncle gave me and a stuffed leopard named Leo. Probably more items that I have saved but can't recall at this time.

zaida said...

I gave my niece the GIVING TREE by Shel silverstein when she was 2. My sister says she still reads it and she is 10. That makes my heart smile.

Clare O'Donohue said...

I have a stuffed toy my godparents gave me for my second birthday that I named "Two-Two" (I still have problems coming up with names). Both of my godparents are gone now, but they were the best and I love that little toy. And since I make quilts, I've given several to ach of my nieces and nephews. I know that each of them uses my quilts as their "blankie" when they're sick or want to wrap up and watch TV (and two of them are teenagers) That means a lot to me.