Every time I walk into an antique shop, the smell takes me back to my great-grandmother's house where I grew up. As I walk down the aisles fingering the old aprons and doilies, holding the old wooden handle kitchen utensils, I think of her. I remember how she taught me to roll dough with a rolling pin, I think of that flower wallpaper...
and most of all...
I remember how she loved me, how she loved us - all 3 generations of her girls.
Her weathered hands made countless meals for her family over the years. She raised three young girls during the depression. Ellen Chizmar took a job in a steel mill in NW Indiana when the men went to war and, sometimes when she came home, she'd smell sweet fudge in the air as she stepped out of her car. That delicious aroma meant her girls had used a month's worth of sugar rations while she was at work.
This is why I love antiques and vintage items. As an only child, it's a link to my family who are long gone. But, for a moment, their memory comes back to life.
I bet it's the same for you. It's something we all have in common - memories of loved ones, of family holidays and Sunday dinners around the table. As you peruse our shop, I hope some of the items will take you back in time and bring a sweet memory you haven't thought of in a long while.
And, the next time you're walking through the antique shop, look around. I'll be nearby, holding the wooden rolling pin.
Love and rolling pins,
Melissa
