Treasures Hidden in a Cigar Box
As I child I liked to explore the things my mother had in her drawers and cupboards. I was an expert also in opening the door to where my father kept his dark chocolate without a sound.
The cupboard I am writing about. My parents bought new furniture when they married in 1948
I was inspired to this post by a fellow blogger mariegriffith in Full-Time who wrote about her little treasures mostly from her daughter’s jewelry. She got inspired from the subject Symbols on photo challenge
In two drawers in the same porcelain and “chocolate” cupboard were all her things used for sewing and repairing. In a wooden cigar box full of buttons old buttons were kept.
The box came from my grandmother who was still alive in my childhood. I suppose she wanted to help my mother to be able to repair things in her new situation as a married woman. At that time everything was mended and nothing was thrown out. The box had a special smell from the very light kind of wood it was made from and still have it, though not so strong as then. I took it with me after my mother died 7 years ago. I just couldn’t throw it out even though today not much is mended and if I need new buttons they can’t be found there anyway.
In the drawer together with the box were the pair of scissors that made a certain dry sound when cutting the material for doll’s or later on to dresses made to myself in my teenage years.
As I child I learnt to knit with rolls of yarn from that drawer. Before I could knit or crochet, I just wanted once to feel the nice cream-colored roll of yarn in my hand and squished it. I never did that again as a needle was hidden in there.
I like to hide dark chocolate in a cupboard just as my father did then.
Categories: Biography, Family history, Favorites
From one Heart to Another 
You bring is such nice sights and sounds and texture in your blogs. Now I can print and comments again as our wifi is poor this year.
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Thank you so much Paula for reading and commenting. Please tell me if I have misunderstood the use of some words
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XDear Maria, a nice an interesting story. regards from South Denmark!
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Children and chocolate have a magical way of being quiet. The rest of the time not so much.
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I could open the cupboard door very silently
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It is a long time since I have seen one of those darning mushrooms! Darning is an art of a bygone era!
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I still darn winter tights and woollen socks and my daughter asks me to help mending her daughter’s like my grandmother helped my mother mending clothes in my childhood
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I remember my Mum darning, and the large blunt darning needle. In the winter woolen socks must have worn more holes I think, but here in Australia I have never had a call for it . . . .
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I am wearing woolen socks and a woolen cardigan just now. I live in a wooden house and it’s not that warm when it’s very cold outside as now. But it’s beautiful to look outside and the birds are eager to find the seeds and fat we have put out for them
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I always prefer the natural fibres Maria. Wool is best for the cold, and here in the heat cotton is always the most comfortable.
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I do too Maddy
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Enjoyed this blog, and I must admit I have never darned anything!
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