My husband Lane and I went to Crossville, Tennessee to the worlds longest yard sale. It goes from Alabama to Ohio. So much to see, with so little day light. I was on the lookout for craft items, material, ribbons, anything I thought I could use to make crafts. Several vendors had old cards for sale. I am guessing these are from the 50's. The pictures on the front give me that time frame.
This made me stop a think. How did these cards survive 50 years. I think that is because these cards meant something to the person receiving them. Instead of throwing them away, these cards were put away as a keepsake. Maybe they were sent by a favorite aunt, Grandma, boyfriend, best girlfriend. I keep the cards that mean something special to me. I have a blended family and my stepdaughter Kelly, who is 31, calls me Mom. She gives me Mothers Day cards. The notes that she writes in them are special and I put them away in my keepsake box.
This made me stop a think. How did these cards survive 50 years. I think that is because these cards meant something to the person receiving them. Instead of throwing them away, these cards were put away as a keepsake. Maybe they were sent by a favorite aunt, Grandma, boyfriend, best girlfriend. I keep the cards that mean something special to me. I have a blended family and my stepdaughter Kelly, who is 31, calls me Mom. She gives me Mothers Day cards. The notes that she writes in them are special and I put them away in my keepsake box.
When I make a card, I wonder if the person receiving it will understand that it was made just for them. Will they cherish it and put it in a special place to keep. Will it show up 50 years later at a sale for someone else to admire. I hope my cards end up that way. If some one will save a store bought card and Cherish it. I can only hope that a hand made card will also withstand the test of time.
2 comments:
What a gorgeous post!
Such beautiful cards and wonderful words!! Thanks for your post. : )
~ Wendy
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