Gramma's Hutch

When my gramma and grampa died last year and we split up all their household stuff everyone got a little bit of furniture and a few mementos. In their will, they left me the hutch that sits in my kitchen now. In my post on Sunday there was this picture of it with the forsythia branches that I am coaxing to bloom.

Yesterday I got this email from my Aunt Nancy:

Tanya-
I was reading your blog this morning. The hutch looks beautiful with the forsythia. However I’ve never seen it without a bunch of opened envelopes, pill bottles, odd looking pieces of bark or brightly colored leaves, mis-matched glass pieces, jars of rocks, false teeth, photos, old magazines, recipes cut from magazines, sometimes a lead line, one or two of Skip’s ever present gloves, a stack of books on the corner, a few coins, sometimes a few dollar bills, ALWAYS bills to be paid. It really is a pretty piece of furniture and your dishes are lovely. Thanks for letting us have a look.

Nancy

It made me laugh out loud because it's so true. Anything that caught their fancy at any given moment ended up in the house. 

It also made me a little misty-eyed. 

I'd give just about anything to see it that way just one more time.