There’s just something about a row of empty jars that gets my memory rolling backward in time.
I start thinking of all those canned goods sitting in our cellar when I was just a little thing. Row after row, gleaming in the light let in when the cellar door was pulled open. Sitting in darkness covered in cobwebs when it was shut.
It’s funny how just the sight of something brings on faint glimmers of long ago.
Making us pause and reflect.
Peering at photographs that sit dusty up on a shelf. People we’ve heard about but never met.
How the faintest of scents can send us adrift. Bobbing on the surface of deeper memories that we can’t quite catch the tail of to pursue them further.
I can see a cupboard in an antique mall and it brings up recollections.
…Silverware clacking at the table. And sipping from long ago beverage glasses that you don’t see anymore. Remember those aluminum ones in a rainbow of colors?
Or of opening the door to the hen house and hearing all those hens squawking. Gently lifting them up and reaching underneath for those warm eggs that would soon become breakfast.
Running fast for the gate before the rooster nipped your skinny little girl legs.
We are but prisms of colored glass that lets in fragments of memories. Hundreds a day and then some at night when we dream. Colored in a personal way in how we individually recall them.
Giving us just a glimmer, a peak, into what was and what might have been. Flowing through us like currents of water. Translucent for the most part, but muddied, of course, by the passing of time.
I’m linking to Charm of Home’s Home Sweet Home
Common Ground’s Vintage Inspiration Friday &
French Country Home’s Feathered Nest Friday
Beautiful post!
Brenda, thanks for taking me down memory lane. Memories…precious! xox
Wonderful post….very well written. You know, I tell all my customers when they come into the Shoppe for the first time that the ideas and memories they find inside are always free……we are all buying back our childhood in one form or another…
jana
That is deep and I do remember those aluminum colored glasses!
Very beautiful! Makes me want to slow down and little and enjoy my surroundings! Hugs, sweet Brenda! ♥
Brenda ~ your lovely post makes me dream of simpler times and it makes me smile
Thank you~
Lovely memories — I have my Mom’s set of aluminum glasses. They’re sitting on a shelf because they make the drinks “taste funny”. Remember??
Lovely post, Brenda…so many memories are triggered by fleeting senses…Your photos are beautiful!
Beautifully said, Brenda. Certain smells, or the light through colored jars…so many good memories.
Hi Brenda! What a bright and colorful and beautiful post! Wait, I have to put on my sun glasses!
I’m coveting those darling green depression glass s/p!
I see those empty canning jars, as my mother calls them, and think of her garden and picking veggies and me getting to slide the skin off the tomatoes after they’d sit in a tub of hot water!
Be a sweetie,
Shelia
A really lovely post…so glad I stopped by.
Sandy
This is wonderful Brenda.
Just wonderful.
Laura
White Spray Paint
Yes – I remember many of those things. Many of which our children give us a “Huh?” look if you mention them.
I also remember the alumn. glasses and if you had ice in them they would sweat. Then tilt it to take a drink, and the water would drip on you. 
Loved to see the rows of canned goods (but the work was hard). I remember my great aunt and uncle’s cellar. I was always afraid of finding a snake or mice down there.
Have a great weekend.
Love this Post Brenda..made me stop and think about things that bring back memories to me..Hope you have a GREAT weekend my friend..Hugs and smiles Gloria
I so enjoyed this post. Well thought out.
Not only are you an accomplished photographer but also a wonderful and delightful writer. Thanks for the memories!
A beautiful post….lovingly expressed! Thank you for sharing it with us!
So, many memories woke from a slumber. Yes, I remember the aluminum glasses and gathering eggs… only our “mean” one was a brown-speckled hen! She did not want to let us gather the eggs! Very nice post, Brenda.
blessings ~ tanna
I tried to pick a favorite picture, but just couldn’t do it…
They are all my favs…
wonderful post.
shug
Lovely Brenda…memories are so important and sometimes that is all we are left with. Proust really got it right.
This beautifully written post brought back some wonderful memories of earlier times. Thanks, Brenda, for reminding us that we are the sum total of all those life experiences.
You have such a way with words. I really enjoyed your post and your beautiful photos.
Jane
Beautiful post! It truly is our past that makes us who we are. Thanks for saying it so beautifully!
Love this post. Do you mean the anodised cups that were small and had a couple of grooves running around the outside just under the rim? I a few years I had a collection of 6, 3 in silver and 3 in black. I don’t know where they went. We can still find them over here sometimes. Our neighbour always served us lemonade in them. I remember she had red, blue and yellow.
x
All of your images are beautiful Brenda. I love the way you got the reflection in the table, and those old Ball and Mason jars are a favorite of mine.
Thanks so much for your concern for my nephew Jordan. He’s doing better each day
Blessings,
Marcia
SUCH A WARM AND WONDERFUL POST….
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I was out thrifting yesterday and saw not one but 3 of those electric bun warmers with the fabric lids. I remember my mom having one just like it and as soon as I saw it I had a flash back to all the big family dinners. Just found it funny that I saw so many in one day at different places!
That was fun and made me think of some memories too. The mason jars remind me of my Grandmother’s old fruit cellar.
Cathy
I absolutely love your vignettes! Spring truly has sprung.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Brenda, what a gorgeous post, filled with such beautiful imagery both spoken and visual.
When I see a ball jar, I am immediately transported to my grandmother’s kitchen. In the middle was a kitchen table painted white, with white wooden chairs surrounding it. Each chair had a cushion that she’d made, and she would buy new fabric each year or so to keep them fresh and pretty plus she just loved to sew!).
There were no built in cabinets, and her workspace was the table. The cabinets in the kitchen went floor to ceiling in some cases, but they were pieces of furniture. And there was one that my grandfather had built, shorter than the others, in which she kept all of her jars of jelly. I used to help her (or sit with her) while she made it, and it was quite the process.
I have that cabinet now. It has gone through several incarnations in various houses over the years. It is still painted white, but I wallpapered the back for the kitchen in one house, and I filled it with dishes, doors flung open to reveal them.
We moved, and I moved the cabinet into the guest room, papered the back in a yellow stripe and put cute what-nots in there. Then, I decided to move it into a different bedroom, where it got new wallpaper and different objects. I was looking at it again recently and started thinking it might need to be a home for some of my quilts, and it either needs to go into Cecelia’s guest room or our bedroom. The jury is still out, but this makes me want to put it front and center more than ever.
XO,
Sheila
Hi Brenda, this is a wonderful post. I love the depression glass and the reflection in the glass top table. I would love to just once know what it is like to gather fresh warm eggs from a hen! xo,
My grandparents always bought jam and jelly from Bama. The jars were drinking glasses. I have the remaining 2 that were theirs. I think about them every time I look at those glasses. Remember drinking tea at their house in the summer. I also always remember my daddy when I eat a grilled cheese and have tomato soup. Or when I smell the scent of watermelons. I love how scents or glances can bring back memories of past times. Some of those memories are so comforting, coming at times that I need them most. I hope that my girls, one day, will be able to recall things from their childhood to comfort them.
Hugs….
Hi Brenda, love your memories! happy weekend to you!
Brenda, how did you get that table so sparkling clean???? That is amazing!!!! My glass table outside in Wimberley is coated with oak pollen, it’s a very ugly shade of acid yellow combined with plain, old Hill Country dirt.
Your photos are stunning, as usual, and your sentiments sweet.
Thank you for sharing!!
Heather
Great post Brenda – I still use a lot of these things every day just to conjure those memories.
Thanks for the smiles:)
Leann
Lovely and simple. I enjoyed the short wanderings through this recent post.
All joys to you,
Sharon Lovejoy Writes from Sunflower House and a Little Green Island
I suffer from the same thing – well, suffer is the wrong word. I can see something in my home or someone else’s home and instantly be filled with memories. But isn’t it nice?
xoxo
Claudia
I do agree with all you said. When it’s all said and done, the memories are what hangs on the longest.
I wouldn’t take all the money in the world for the sweet memories I have. And the blessed thing about it all..I don’t have very many BAD memories at all. I thank HIM every day and night….
xo bj
What a beautiful post~ wonderful writing and photos~ thanks for sharing at FNF!
Such pretty pictures! Love them all!
~Liz
Brenda,
What a sweet post! Believe it or not I have a lot of memories from your generation. I remember a lot of those things. I grew up with heavy grand parent influence. Boomer parents were off making careers and Grandparents raised me to a large degree. I soaked up a lot of time with them and it was wonderful! Thanks for linking up!
Sherry
I loved this post! Absolutely charming and so true. Thanks for sharing these reflections with us. Really beautiful!
Such a visually beautiful post!
Lovely words and beautiful sentiments.