DAYS GONE BY.....

I love anything aged - old buildings, old farmhouses and barns, old cars, vintage clothing, antiques furniture, weathered machinery, aged people (notice I didn't say "old" - that's a subjective term :)

I was out driving along country roads yesterday just for fun.  My eyes were diverted from the road many times over with the sight of some beautiful old and abandoned farmhouses,  junk yards full of old, rusty vehicles, and my favorite which was a completely rusted out bicycle, still holding its plastic basket on the handlebars, with a fresh bouquet of flowers.  One of the few times I didn't have my camera with me.

I love a good story.  I am always curious about the history behind these things.  If walls could talk in these old buildings, what would they be saying?  Who and what were the people like that walked through their doors? What were the conversations and interactions that took place within the rooms?  Who wore the vintage clothing and was it hand sewn at the hands of a fine craftsman or woman?  What was the work of these old machines and how did it assist in the daily lives of people at some point in time?  Where did the cars and bicycles travel to and from and what was seen along the way? There is no greater blessing than sitting with an aged person and hearing their stories of days gone by.  So much wisdom to be had from those that have gone before us.

I think about the many chapters of my own life, and the stitching and weaving of those chapters that together, make up the story of who I am and where I've been, the lessons learned, the wisdom I've gained, and the stories I have to tell.   A blending of the old and the new, the past and the present, and the curiosity of the future, the days that have yet to come, which will one day be a part of the history.