It's funny how some seemingly insignificant things can connect you to the past.
The first photo is my Mother sitting at the table at our old house at Oak Hill School feeding me as a baby. I still have the little silver cup, porringer, and spoon she's using to feed me with. But look closely at the screwdriver on the door behind my Mother. That door led from the kitchen down to the basement in the old house. That old screwdriver stayed in that door hasp all the time we lived in that house...
Seemingly insignificant things that connect you to the past
The first photo is my Mother sitting at the table at our old house at Oak Hill School feeding me as a baby. I still have the little silver cup, porringer, and spoon she's using to feed me with. But look closely at the screwdriver on the door behind my Mother. That door led from the kitchen down to the basement in the old house. That old screwdriver stayed in that door hasp all the time we lived in that house...
Seemingly insignificant things that connect you to the past