The Keeper of The Memories

alking through one of those glorious little shops that sell Vintage and Antique treasures, I am transported back in time. I pass by familiar objects that I remember seeing at my Grandmother's home growing up.



Sweet memories dance through my mind as I continue to journey passed old photos, books and vintage things. Treasures that I have never seen before, but I cherish them all the same.



Wondering who once owned them, and what stories they might tell. Somewhere in time the owners cherished them too.



I love collecting timeless works of art that stand the test of time. I wonder, was it the love that was poured into these objects that gave them life even now?



A lovely lady who might have practiced her penmanship in hopes of securing a job. A child playing with dominos and wishing upon nursery rhyme dreams.



Were these time pieces marking the chapters of their lives as they readied themselves to go to school for the first time, walk down the aisle, have their first child, or wait silently in their August years?



As I look at each little treasure, and hold it’s wonder in my hand, I am filled with such lovely inspiration.



To me walking through one of these glorious little shops and taking home a small piece of someone’s history touches my heart.



It’s a funny thing, I seem to cherish these objects even more than my own. Yet someday treasures of mine will remind some young woman of how dearly I loved each one.



Sometimes I thought that perhaps I was frequenting these kinds of stores, reaching back in time to touch a sweeter more gentle time.



The joy I feel when I stroll through one of these special places always connects me to a time that I ran home when the street lights came on, and rushed to sit at the supper table with so many of my loved ones, who have now gone home to be with the Lord.



The people who own and love these shops are the “keepers of the memories.” In charge of minding each beautiful object until it finds it’s way back home to someone’s heart. I am thankful that there are these people, these keepers of the memories who feed my soul every now and again.



This is a photo of my Great Aunt Adelaide. The song for this post is Somewhere in Time.