Tuesday, February 5, 2013

For Posterity

1913

Happy Tuesday, dear readers!  I had every intention of posting yesterday, but things got a little sticky!  You see, the little porcelain letter C fell off the cold side of kitchen faucet, and I thought that super glue would be just the ticket to fix it.  I think I got more glue on myself than the intended target and I spent a bit of time trying to pry my fingers apart and then peel the dried glue off.  In any case, I’m back today, more or less glue free. 

The picture above is a close up of a vintage piece of linen I bought nearly 10 years ago.  It’s about 18'” square and done in an intricate and neatly executed red stitching.  The seller thought it was likely done by a young girl demonstrating her embroidery skills.  I love the addition of the date-1913-and it occurred to me that this piece of linen is now 100 years old.  Which leaves me to wonder-will anything I sew, or write be around 100 years from now, still being used or read by someone else wondering about the person I was?

Have you ever thought about this, and if so, what would you choose?  A photograph, or painting?  A novel or perhaps a handmade bag or necklace?  A recipe you created, or a poem? 

Please glue, or write your thoughts below. Winking smile

 

12 comments:

  1. OK Here are my thoughts but after hearing about your glue experience I thought I would pass on the glue.
    I wondered if anyone 100 years from now read my blog what they would possible think?
    LOVE that little treasure you found.
    HUGS the world is wonderful here in blogger world at least:) B

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    1. B-they would think they'd found a treasure in your blog! I love reading your musings on life:)

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  2. Oh yes, I have done that with superglue. Fairly recently, too (Christmas ornament).

    I have a bunch of diaries from my younger years that I suppose could still be being passed around. Shudder ;-)

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    1. That's funny Lisa-those old diaries. I hope I destroyed mine;)

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  3. What a beautiful piece! The stitching is so intricate and well done. I love that it even has the date listed. I hope that some of my photos will still be around in 100 years. I've always enjoyed looking through my grandma's old photos so hopefully one day my grandkids and great-grandkids will enjoy doing the same :)

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    1. Tammy-as I was writing this I immediately thought of your incredible photographs! What a treat for future generations to see!

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  4. What a sweet little treasure to find! Btw, nail polish remover helps with super-glue removal.

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  5. Dear Valerie! I wondered where you were yesterday and little did I know you were "stuck" doing something silly or frivolous. Sorry I had to laugh just a little at your plight. sorry, (snicker, snicker) I am sucker for slap stick. I get it from my Mom. She laughed hard once when I fell off my skateboard, but she tried not to let me know she was laughing until I saw the tears running down her cheeks, ...then I knew. I told that story in a talk at her funeral, I did. See that's where I get it. sorry, I'm still snickering. sorry. Ok, I'll sober up.

    Thank you for your sweet words about fun long stockings and my little Duchess. She is a fun dog. I loved your post here regarding 1913. My parents were born near then; Dad 1911 and Mom 1916. Ya, my parent were old when they had me. I'm the youngest of four; there is 5 years between the oldest two and the youngest two. I'll be the big six O in about 14 days. YUP. Now you can snicker at how old I am. LOL

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    1. Renae-I love your sense of humor!! It's truly a delight! And I would never, ever snicker...;) Happy early birthday!

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  6. Hi Valerie,

    Great post. I am only hoping 1913 doesn't end up turning out to be the address of the girl who embroidered the panel in 1997......

    Glad to hear your fingers are free again!

    Aloha,
    Lisa

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  7. What an interesting thought! The things I hold dear are difficult to pass on - memories. I suppose photographs, recipes and my Grandfather's uniform patches and pins would follow close behind. I suppose if I were more consistent with keeping my journal, I could pass on the memories part...oh if only there were more hours in the day!

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