07/05/2021
“Back in the ol’ days” was an expression I heard a great many times in the conversations of my parents and their generation. There became a general teasing that we would do as we grew older; reminding them of hearing stories of having to “walk uphill both ways to school “ and that “ the snow was as high as the telephone poles”.
Even in that comfortable teasing towards our parents, there was something we couldn’t see, even in the vastness of details as they would regale us, of their adventures of bygone days.
Was it the wholesomeness of a freshly cut slice of bread with molasses dripping off of your hand as you ate it; the sweet and aromatic smell of the mix of the two? Or was it in the crispness of the cool creek where they spent time in the heat of a summer day; after the early daytime chores were complete?
Perhaps that is what brought us back to the living room floor, time and again, as our parents and their family or friends would sift through the stories. Stories that had been told before with such hilarity and laughter now, once again, would undeniably draw out the belly laughs and thereby the “laughing” tears would pour forth.
Down in our souls, tied to these past generations, is where we knew a longing for those days. Although we may never experience as they did, we can hold those memories and pass them along the generational line.
It may stir your memories as you see the treasures here within Laura Bell’s. Craftsmanship and the worn degree of an item engrafts the stories of it all to our hearts; we just need to listen.