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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Vintage Sunday

A vintage looking rose.
A wooden egg, probably from the late 1800's, painted with watercolors from Galitsia. Galitsia is where my Grandmother's family is from. They were Russian, with some Ukrainian in the background, no doubt. Galitsia no longer exists, but its area is now found in Austria & Hungary. So when I saw this egg, I knew it was for me. I bought it at a street fair in Laurel, MD years ago-maybe 16-18. It's fabulous, don't you think? I love finding things with meaning , like this. The picture does not do it justice.A fabulous cottage clock. It works, but needs constant winding. That's a picture of my grandma & grandpa. He was from Tula, the wrought iron factory outside of Moscow. That's where they made the canons and the samovars. It is near Yasnaya Polyana, where Tolstoy had his summer home.

My grandfather went around the world on a boat with one brother and other boys- young sailors in uniforms. They came to the US , but had to go back, then came back again- this time to settle. I have his ship tickets, and his guardian's passport, his old Russian & Orthodox school books. His guardian was a very special man, who was my Dad's godfather. Fr. Joseph was a wonderful priest, who to this day is looked upon as a very good man. He is buried in New Hampshire. My father was a very good man. One of those rare birds who leaves a mark on many, but never knew it at the time.

My grandfather came over when he was 13! Imagine that. Traveling the world 1 1/2 times, then settling in a foreign country, leaving your beloved roots and family and friends, for religious freedom. He came at the wake of the Russian Revolution. He would get letters from his parents asking for help for others such as a prosthetic leg. Those are the roots from which my family came. Educated, yet simple people, who were faithful, and always helped others. Can you imagine what it must have been like to even think of locating a prosthetic limb, and having it sent to another country? Even today this would be a huge undertaking.

My grandmother was THE BEST grandmother in all the land! She, like my Dad, passed away young in her 50's. Everyone should have a grandmother as good as she.

A very old Russian maiden doll, holding a vintage mini icon. She is made of silk with a formed , sculpted underskin, and painted features. I can't remember where I found her- perhaps at the Gaithersburg doll show, in Gaithersburg ,MD, years ago. She is great-more wonderful in person.:)
OK- these are not vintage looking- yet just pretty for a final picture. So what vintage specialties do you have in your home that have meaning, even if they are not handed down?


Sara's Sweet Surprise said...

Hello Lydia~ I hope you are enjoying the splendor of summer. Our summer will be more and likely over this month. Our summer sunshine is very fleeting here in the Pacific Northwest, so we relish every minute.
It has distracted me from blogging.

My hubby paints (small) eggs, he discovered this art just a few years ago through a dear friend.

I adore your treasures, especially the doll holding the picture frame.

Sweet wishes,

Lydia said...

Wishing we had some of your summer, instead of our long , hot , hot, hot summer.haha

So interesting about your hubby's hobby. So neat!

Thank you dear Sara. xo

~Carrie from Cottage Cozy~ said...

What a fun, vintage post. So many special treasures to share!

Laurie said...

I keep my mother's mismatched plates, because she did; my grandfather's clock (not a grandfather clock - a small one!); and tea cups that a friend who passed away a few years ago at 93 kept for many years.