Things we leave behind…

Well, hello!  It’s my pleasure to be visiting here today, doing a guest post, for Kelli.  My name is Patty from…Another cookie, please!    Actually, I’m quite honored to be in her Manolo blog-shoes today even though they pinch a little.    She has smaller feet than I do.

What a lovely place!  Beautifully decorated, very cozy as blogs go, I must say. There’s even an inviting bottle of Merlot sitting here…with my name on it.  How thoughtful!

Excuse me while I go and find a glass….

Kelli’s been at Brimfield, lucky lady.  I so would love to go there and step back in time, looking at all the treasures people leave behind.

Just to give you an idea of the vast expanse of Brimfield, take a look at this aerial photograph.  Isn’t it amazing?   For both antique dealers and lovers, this largest outdoor show in New England, takes place three times each year, for six days in May, July, and September.

Imagine following behind Kelli’s glorious days in Massachusetts, watching her stop to look at antique mirrors which hold ghostly images of their former owners.  Locked deep inside each mirror are sad reflections, staring back at time so quickly passing them by.

                             

Walking through the maze of tents, Kelli gently touches a set of fine china that long ago graced family tables for holidays and other special occasions.  In the distance, she can hear the timeless laughter of warm family gatherings and visualizes everyone joining hands in prayer before the start of each meal.

The gleam of delicate glassware suddenly catches Kelli’s eye and she stops for a moment to lift a goblet.  Holding it up to the light, she thinks of occasions and celebratory toasts.  With a soft ping of her finger, the glass echoes back with a soulful, tender chime.


                             
Displayed everywhere are old rocking chairs where a young mother once sat, cuddling and nursing her baby while singing soft lullabies.   As the years passed, this same woman would slowly rock back and forth, gazing out a window as the seasons changed; so much older and nearing the end of her life with each creak of the chair.

                                

Photographs, paintings and exquisite etchings, Kelli’s favorite works of art, long to be admired, waiting to again grace the walls of a home as potential buyers glance.. then quickly walk away.

                                   

                               
                                            

What will any of us leave behind, apart from words or actions, that someone will cherish and pass on for generations to follow?  Possessions, our personal treasures, which held such meaning and joy in our lifetime, packed away in the corner of an attic or one day put on display at a place like Brimfield…to become trapped ghosts of our past. 

Until…someone like Kelli comes along…and sets them free, once again.