Saturday I had the opportunity to go “junking.” It started as a girls day that turned into a solo day. I got my coffee and headed to Summer Hill Farms in Park Rapids, MN. From there I hit a few antique stores between Park Rapids and Dorset.
I was pretty excited about the few small decorative things I found until my father-in-law told me he had most of the items stored in a barn that I could’ve had for free. That started a manhunt for old rusty things between two other properties and with the help of two other Martin uncles that lasted all afternoon. We found so many cool things. Some of them we cleaned up and I’ll use them in the new house. Some of them were just fun to rediscover.
This beautiful art deco lamp probably won’t make it to the new house (stay tuned for it’s transformation) but like so many old things, it’s connected to a story that begs to be told. It belonged to my husband’s great grandmother, “Granny Jo.” My father-in-law said it sat on her bedside table for many years. She and her family immigrated to the U.S. from Ireland when she was five. Her father actually had tickets for the Titanic. As the story goes, he went down to the dock some days before their departure and didn’t like the drunkenness he saw from the crew so he decided to exchange their tickets for the next ship out. And aren’t we all so glad he did?
Saturday night I had a dream that I visited a house from my childhood that had been bought by a young couple and remodeled except for the original kitchen cabinets that had just been painted. I walked in the kitchen and ran my hand over the face of the cabinets and said “I can’t believe I’m touching the same wood my hands last touched almost 30 years ago.” In my dream the space was both new and old all at once and seemed to have a memory of that life so many years ago. I know in reality that objects don’t have a memory. But we do. And it is an honor to bring to life again the stories they hold.