Friday, November 04, 2011
Just a quick post today. Came home last night with a terrible migraine. Still have it slightly this morning. It's going to be a long day.
Those roses I bought on sale Monday. More importantly is the story of the vase they are sitting in. My grandfather bought that vase for my grandmother on their first anniversary in 1937. Somehow, it ended up in my mother's room when she was a girl. Then it was in my room when I was growing up. It was one of the few things I was able to take with me when I left home.
Years later, my grandparents came over for dinner and my grandmother spotted it on my tv and asked where I got that vase. I told her it had always been on my dresser with faded paper roses in it when I was growing up. Thankfully, she didn't want it back. We knew the chances of me getting it again when she passed on would be slim to none.
Somehow it has survived all these years through all my trials and tribulations of a house fire, moves, the jerk who liked to throw my things in the garbage, more moves. I don't know which of girls it will be passed on to, but they'll get it when they pry it out of my cold dead hands.
Have a great Friday. I'll try to, as well.