My husband and I have always loved “old things.” In my country heart, I experience a warm feeling come over me at the sight of pottery, wash stands, baskets, wreaths, antique radios and blue mason jars. I suppose the Lord himself put my love of those things in my heart since others have an admiration for all things new or victorian or beach-themed. How wonderful that the Lord has created us to be individuals, having our own sense of style and creativity!
One primitive cabinet that my husband purchased at an auction many years ago sits at the bottom of our staircase. It was rumored that this particular vintage primitive would go for up to $500! When I first looked at it, I couldn’t imagine that…. it was battered, worn and covered in dust and spiderwebs. The day of the auction, the weather was hot and humid. The crowd was not as large as expected. My husband had bid on a couple antiques he had been longing for, but he got outbid each time. The truth was, we were a young family and didn’t have much money for extras. The antiques we had in our home were ones we had bartered to get. We would refinish a friend’s sleigh bed if they would give us 2 old chairs that needed rattan. That meant I taught myself to rattan and actually started to use that skill to barter for more “old things.”
Poor hubby was so upset about being outbid on his items that he was determined to start the bidding on the old primitive piece. But the bidding started at $100 and that was about all we had to spend for the whole day. When no one bid at $100, the starting bid began to drop….and finally the auctioneer said, “Who will start us out at $20!” Of course my husband jumped at that, while I fussed beside him about how “that dirty rickety thing isn’t worth a dollar!” My husband said, “Oh I’m just getting things started…this is going to go pretty high.” But guess what? It didn’t! Matter of fact, it didn’t go one dollar higher and we won the old primitive for $20! That must have been the Lord working things out for my husband because he was very excited about his new acquisition.
I have to admit that piece has become a favorite in our home. Recently, my hubby and I were talking about our childhoods and how we loved to go to the little corner store and get penny candy (that cost way more than a penny, even back then). “I really miss those days, ” he said. “Yes,” I agreed, “and how sad that our grandchildren won’t really get to experience the fun of that time.”
That’s when we decided to make our rough-hewn primitive into, “PAPA’S GENERAL STORE.” We had so much fun hunting the treats for our “store.” And we were very pleased with the outcome. While the “General Store” is loaded with treats, the kitchen is loaded with lots of fresh fruits and vegetables that must be eaten first by all grandchildren who want a candy prize.
It was fun to spend time with hubby, re-living days from childhood. I am thankful for my parents and grandparents, who always took time for me and who taught me so many things important in life. Looking back, the sweetest thing about my childhood was not the treats ~ but the love.