Growing up in a small town in Southern New Jersey

Thursday, August 21, 2008

My small office

My small office -- or my sister's room when she's here -- reminds me so much of my father's office at the church in Runnemede. It runneth over with books, papers, and other items. But it also runneth over with heirlooms.

This will be the final episode, probably, about heirlooms.

As I look around this room I see, first of all my fathers desk, which originally belonged to his father. It is an oak library table, actually, mission style, with a drawer. It serves the purpose. It holds my laptop, my scanner, my printer, and two other heirlooms -- a trophy cup my grandfather Drexler won in 1901 at the Wannetah Tennis Club. And another heirloom is a thermometer that my father had on his desk for years. It's not the long, skinny kind. It's square, and looks more like a barometer. There is also a paper weight on the desk which was my father's and shows an incline outside of Philadelphia.

Then as I swing around the room I'm face with a framed print of a bride, circa 1935. I always thought it was a painting of Aunt Francis because the dress surely resembles her wedding dress. Under that is an old oak bookcase FULL of old, antique books, including my father's copy of The Secret Garden with all those wonderful picture plates.

Of course my grandfather's trunk is at the foot of the bed, and that contains the wedding gown about which I wrote lately, over 50 old handkerchiefs, my wedding gown (not exactly an heirloom, but getting close to being an antique), a beautiful silk bedspread, which I won't use because I don't want it damaged. I'm not sure what else is in the trunk, but it is loaded.

If I continued through the home, I'd have to mention so many more. And, I do love the old things. They last and last and last. They are not good to have if you're into redecorating every few years, though. I mean, who could throw away a good antique? Not I. I love the old mission oak furniture which seems to be a big part of my home.



Lori said...

You make me want to come there and dig through those treasures of yours. :-)

Judi Hahn said...

You can come anytime you want. Bring the children, and Pete, too. I'd love to see you and show you.