How many things have you held?
How many hands have carried you?
How many lives have you lived?
My children laugh at me when I fall in love with items
like rusty colanders. But I know if they could speak,
the stories they would tell would be epic.
spanishwoods 
There’s so much truth to this. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for stopping by!
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I also find these old items are interesting, with their hidden secrets 🙂
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Exactly.
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You mirror my sentiments completely! I have always collected old, quirky, interesting things…my Art room used to be full of wonderful things, not just great to draw but full of stories! Lovely pic and words.
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Great inspiration. I would love to spend time in your art room.
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Ah, that was in my past when I was teaching Art in Hign School, before I had my children…6!, down in Kent, England, and before I moved up to Scotland! And like minded folk like yourself would always have been welcome. Hope your day is as bright as that lovely colander!
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I Agree with you. My kids laugh at me as well
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I suppose that’s as it should be. The ultimate revenge is when they start to morph into us, as we (at times) morph into our own parents.
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It’s like a (holy) Grecian urn! 🙂
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Just like that!
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I think of the simple things, cooking, putting meals on the table and a family gathering todggether in harmon (perhaps), The 10,000 packages of pasta that passed throught the hands of the mom,from store shelf to the cooking pot and then in the colander, remembering that pastas in various forms have long been a staple of ordinary folk. It’s a lovely colander and I understand why you like it so much. It is a connection with the world, expressed in a simple, useful form.
And, thatnk you for reading my (writing) blog. 🙂
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Right, all of that. And, you are most welcome. I enjoy your writing.
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Great idea for a poem and at a Nigerian wedding all guests were given a colander with the happy couples names. I still use the colander and the couple are happy with 2kids!
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What a great tradition!
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Loved reading your post. 🙂
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I obtained my white colander at a white elephant Christmas party— over 30 years ago. 🙂 –Curt
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What is a white elephant Christmas party?
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🙂 Where people bring gifts they would truly like to get rid of. A ‘white elephant’ refers to something relatively useless and often a bit on the ugly side. It turns out the colander was neither. –Curt
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I never heard of that! That’s pretty funny! (and strange!)
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I love this thought. I believe that we have a responsibility to hear the voices and to make sure other people can still hear them, so that their wisdom is not lost. That’s what bards and poets do. I wrote a poem on this subject for my blog, at this link: http://rabbitlaneutah.com/2015/02/10/voices/. Hope you like it.
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Yes, I love the poem. It’s beautiful.
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