We stopped by Dave's property to check out the Sassafras trees when he got to thinking...and said, "You know, Grandma always threw her trash down the ravine out back, I wonder if my aunts did the same thing."
So we headed down the ravine in search of old bottles or interesting items that may have survived the elements all these years and it has been MANY years.
There were things sticking out of the earth EVERYWHERE. I plucked a few interesting bottles, one pretty perfume...when I spied something small and white, buried in the soil. I dug it out and much to my astonishment, found myself holding a beautiful milk glass Father Christmas holiday bulb. It is a treasure from the '40's most likely, possibly the '50's.
When I showed him what I found, I saved the Father Christmas for last. When I laid it in the palm of his hand, his eyes got misty and he hushed up. I asked if he was okay and he replied, "I am overwhelmed by memories all of a sudden."
The top where this light would screw into a light string is damaged, so it won't actually work, but I plan to wrap a pretty velvet ribbon around it and hang it on the tree exactly as it is. After all, it is a treasure from his Christmases past. Now it is a treasured part of ours.
Sometimes I get excited by the littlest things, but I hope you enjoy my little story.