As promised, let me tell you about the treasures in The Secretary.
Prior to my arrival on the scene, my dad was in the Army and my family was stationed in Texas, Kansas, Ft Ritchie, and Alaska. This lovely ceramic seashell came from Alaska when they were stationed there in the early 60’s.
While they lived there, Mom had a dream that she had another baby – and woke up in a cold sweat and freaked out. I came along several years later.
Now this piece can hold your jewelry while you get your massage.
|Cup and Saucer
Over the years, my mom has always been involved in the local church or chapel, wherever they were stationed. She sang in the choir and even directed the choir and played the piano. One of her choir-mates painted this cup and saucer for her, with the splendid picture of Mom playing the piano in her bare feet.
At some point in the family’s travels and living elsewhere in the US, Mom took up ceramics. She learned how to create ceramic pieces using molds and then painting them. She made this one and painted their names on it, so that they would always remember to pray for their family. My name wasn’t included as I wasn’t born yet. I guess they still prayed for me anyway.
Mom’s dad was a farmer, business owner, and substitute mail carrier. During the late 40’s and early 50’s, he was also a part of the Maryland House of Delegates.
In the 60’s and 70’s, my grandmother’s brother was partners in a car dealership on Rosemont Ave in Frederick, called Watkins Burdette Chrysler. He was the Burdette part of the partnership. The location of the dealership still houses a car sales lot, but it’s now a high end used car dealership.
|Basin Water Pitcher
Before there was running water inside houses, people had to fetch water from a well, and they did not bathe regularly. They “washed up” at a “dry sink” with a basin filled with water from a pitcher. My mom thinks that this water pitcher from a basin/pitcher set was from the 1800’s and possibly used by my great grandparents, if not their parents. It’s not one of the pieces that was prominently displayed at Grandma’s house. I think we may have found it in the attic or something.
I always have been fascinated by this vase. It sat in Grandma’s living room, on the Duncan Phyfe table. I had no idea what a Duncan Phyfe table was – but that’s what they called it. I had to Google the spelling, otherwise, I would have spelled it like a donut place and Sheriff Andy Taylor’s deputy. Apparently, it’s like now saying that you have an Ethan Allen piece of furniture.
Thanks Stacy, I’m so glad these are still in the family 🙂