Welcome back to Vintage Thingie Thursday. I want to remind you that this month's post are a little different. Each week I am having a guest writer, whom I am most thankful for to showcase their vintage treasures. Let me introduce you this week to my Aunt Joyce. My Aunt Joyce is a treasure all by herself. I hope you enjoy her post about all the things near and dear to her heart.
Words according to my Aunt Joyce:
I could take hundred's of pictures in this house and still not have all my treasures to show you. Everything in my house has a meaning to me and are my treasures. I have no special kind of decorations or any special furniture. My house is decorated "Pure Joyce". My daughter calls it a museum. I guarantee you , you will see something different each time you walk around.
This dress is very special to me. My dear mother made this for me to wear square dancing. This was made back in the 1950's and was the last thing she made for me.
This is the sewing machine my mother used to make the dress. This machine was purchased in the 1930's or early 1940's.
Now these two items are really special. My mother got them for wedding gifts back in the 1920's. The blue and white one is called a spoon holder. The little bowl was my favorite when I was a little girl. I always got to eat my oatmeal out of it.
This is my collection of Birthday Cups given to me by my special older sister, LaVoice. They made wonderful birthday and Christmas gifts until I got them all.
This beautiful jacket was painted by my special, younger, red-haired sister, Patsy. Think back to the 1980's when this was painted. I still wear it and get so many compliments when I do. One lady ran up to me and wanted it - she said she loved chickens too!
Some of my other favorite things in life - my chickens. The hen & rooster on the middle shelf are named Henny & Penny. Patsy and I raised the real ones from baby chicks to grown up. They lived to be quiet old and when they died, I cried like a baby. I was grown and married when they died and lived in Memphis. When I got the letter from mother telling me they died I broke into tears. My mother-in-law thought a family member had died. When I finally stopped crying and told her it was my chicken, she knew right then her son had married a NUT.
This is the outfit we brought our sweet baby girl home in from the hospital and her first baby doll. This was in 1966. In 1988, our sweet daughter brought her daughter home in it. I have it put away so if our grand daughter ever has a little girl, hopefully she will bring her home in it as well.
This bear is really a special baby from my childhood. I think I was 3 or 4 years old when I got him, and I am now 77 years old. He is a treasure and is still with me. He lives in the big jar now so he will stay safe and preserved.
Another look at my babies. This room is called the "Bear Room". I love them all.
Another look at my babies in the Bear Room. Each one is special to me in one way or another.
This coffee table belonged to my husband Hank's mom. She got it in the 1960's.
These solid brass pieces were brought home to the states by Hank's dad. He purchased these when he served in World War II and was in India.
I want to say, "Thank You" to my sweet Aunt Joyce for taking the time to send me photos of her favorite treasures in life and offering a little history about each item that is special to her. I hope you enjoyed a peek into the life of this unique collector who treasures many things. She is a gal after our own hearts!
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