Not me. I save next-to-nothing. I figure if I haven't used it in six months, I must not really need it. So, I either give it another home (via either a yard sale or a donation) or toss it in the trash. As far as things go, I'm undeniably unsentimental.
During a trip to Ohio to visit my parents last summer, my dad (the saver) re-introduced me to things he's saved over the years.
Before the trip, I couldn't understand the reasoning behind his saving efforts. During the trip, the reasoning became clear.
Sweet memories!
Of all the things my dad safely stored away for memory's sake, the one that brought back the sweetest memories for me was my grandmother's old cutting board.
Many of my fondest memories growing up include days spent in Grandma's kitchen on the farm (the same farm my dad grew up on) while she seemingly effortlessly prepared home-made breads, pies, cookies, and entire meals from scratch. Without written recipes. She knew them all by heart.
Grandma's heart went into her baking. Most often, she could be found in her farmhouse kitchen cooking up something delicious for her loved ones. As clear as day, I can see her in my mind's eye with her cutting board and rolling pin, and apple pies cooling in the window. She even hand-picked the apples right from the apple trees in her own apple orchard.
I brought Grandma's cutting board back home to North Carolina with me. Though I'm not at all fond of cooking or baking, I use Grandma's cutting board nearly every day. So every day I'm reminded of my Grandma's love.
I'm saving her cutting board. Forever. Guess I'm sentimental after all.
... I brought home her rolling pin, too.
Grandma's heart went into her baking. Most often, she could be found in her farmhouse kitchen cooking up something delicious for her loved ones. As clear as day, I can see her in my mind's eye with her cutting board and rolling pin, and apple pies cooling in the window. She even hand-picked the apples right from the apple trees in her own apple orchard.
I brought Grandma's cutting board back home to North Carolina with me. Though I'm not at all fond of cooking or baking, I use Grandma's cutting board nearly every day. So every day I'm reminded of my Grandma's love.
I'm saving her cutting board. Forever. Guess I'm sentimental after all.
... I brought home her rolling pin, too.
Psalm 145: 4
One generation commends
your works to another.
They tell of your mighty acts.
