Well, here we go again. Things just haven't been lining up for me lately. Thank you, dear Blogspot. Topping my dining room table are the half price bargains I found at Pier 1. I love that store!
The Dining Room is large in the old farm house. The walls are natural pine, grown, cut, milled and seasoned here At The Farm. It is a large room as dining rooms go and has plenty of room for the extras I like to have in here like Granny Pruett's pump organ and the huge table Mom and Dad had made out of red cedar and black walnut. I don't think I could ever part with these.
My added decorations here are rather different too. On the organ are three sad irons from the family, stones, old tools and a Shirley Temple pitcher from Hubby's parents, a cow bell, pictures, an old piano lamp and some other odd and ends.
This is the wall where the organ used to set. I have simplified the decorations. The chest is old and contains some essentials and holds a favorite statue. The iron skillets are for use, the tiniest is my cornbread skillet. The old framed print a gift from a friend. In the fifties you received a free canvas print when you filled up your car in Georgia.
Pull up a bar stool by this dog and you can eat, watch me cook or just enjoy good conversation.
Every thing is not old. This statue by Pets with Personality stands beside the family's old kraut slicer.
We must not forget those who first lived here. I honor them with their treasures displayed under glass on top of an old wooden barrel.
I have one on each side of the organ.
These are not all the artifacts I have found
but they are the most recent.
I think, I hope, the ancestors would approve but that is not why I have these things. They feel like a part of me. A home should be to comfort you. These Things, although only things, do just that. A smell, a sound, a texture and my family lives once more. All the generations come together and we are one At The Farm.
