Cold, ice, & rain does not make for a fun day but this week's Tuesday Treasure will warm your soul....
Every year, St. Mary's Catholic Church in my husband’s hometown of
Bremond, Texas, holds a bazaar complete with drawings, booths, barbecue, and a
whoppin' big auction. And every year, you'll find us there–not because we’re
Catholic, but because the bazaar is full of family and fun. We get a kick out
of it.
Everything is up for auction.
Homemade and home-canned goods, quilts, toys, furniture, motor oil (yes, you
read that right), wine made from Muscadine and wild grapes. We almost always
buy the canned goods, paying far more than we would if we just got the same
thing in Kroger. But it's fun, and it keeps us in good standing with a
community we'll be moving to when he
retires, and besides--we know and love most of the folks who did the canning.
But not everything we buy is
edible. One year, we bought a jewelry box handmade by a prisoner in Angola.
Loved it then, still love it. This year, my heart went to something I kept
calling a bottle, because I could see it only well enough to know I wanted it.
When they brought it out so
we could see it better, I really wanted it, even though I still didn't know
what it was.
Well, $40 later, we were the
proud owners of a "beer growler," and we got it for $4.99 less than
the sticker price at Texas Slav & German Warehouse in Bremond (they donated
it to the auction). Aside from the heavy brown glass, it has a ceramic top and
an ornate silver handle.
I had to look up what a
growler was because I didn't have a clue. It's not used to make beer, but to
carry it home from the beer barrel at the local pub--the 18th Century six-pack,
so to speak. (They date back to the 18th Century, but the term
"growler" didn't show up until the 19th Century. It was a slang term,
describing the "growling" sound the brew's carbonation made when
leaking from the top.) Since beer wasn't sold on Sundays, folks would go get
their "fix" on Saturday night.
This one isn't an antique,
but I love it anyway. It would carry maybe a liter of Coke, or it could (and no
doubt will) just sit on a shelf and look pretty. I doubt it'll ever be used to
bring beer home.
Things like this silly
growler and the jewelry box commemorate wonderful times and the true treasure:
being with family. Can’t put a price on that.
Over twenty years ago, after a decade of life as a "single-again," author Linda Yezak rediscovered God's love and forgiveness when He allowed her a second chance at marital happiness. She is now living her greatest romance with her husband in a forest in East Texas. After such an amazing blessing, she chooses to trumpet God's gift of second chances in the books she writes. Linda's novels are heart-warming hallmarks of love, forgiveness, and new beginnings.
Find out more about Linda by visiting her Website 777 Peppermint Place and be sure to check out the blog, Author Culture that Linda shares with 5 other authors.
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Well Friends, hope you enjoyed this week's Tuesday Treasure and I hope you'll check back for Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.
IMW, take care, God Bless and Stay warm!!
PamT
6 comments:
Linda, I really enjoyed your column. I love the things I've collected on travels, especially prints of European cathedrals. I can recall the people and events each time I look at them. Just like the Isrealites took rocks as memory markers, we do the same. Cheers
Great post about what we should really treasure. Don't you know one day someone will sift through our stuff and say, "What in the world do you think this is and why do you think Grandma had it?" Leave 'em guessing!
Great post. We have many "treasures" in our home that I've already offered to our children. They say they don't have room or they don't know where they'd put them. It boils down to leaving the best treasure of all...what Jesus has done for all of us.
Oh, I bet you have wonderful things from your travels!
My great aunt collected Lysol can lids. Go figure.
Amen, sister!
Mom asks me occasionally what I want from here house. I'm not comfortable taking things yet. Feels weird.
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