heir·loom -noun \ˈer-ˌlüm\
: a piece of property that descends to the heir as an inseparable part of an inheritance of real property
: something of special value handed on from one generation to another
I want to preserve the stories behind the items in our lives that we consider heirlooms. I think most of them will meet this definition from Webster’s. And I have decided the best place to record the information about each piece is right here on the blog – with the greatest intentions of one day printing it all out for a little scrapbook album, of course. So each month I’ll share a little something from our lives and what we know about it. I welcome corrections from family members!  
I've been told this was Craig's PawPaw's work locker.When he retired early he brought it home and Craig remembers it being used  in PawPaw's garage.
 Some time after PawPaw passed away it came home with us and we painted it and used it for  toy storage in the boys' room... It now sets in our utility room with garden supplies - 
Love that we have a piece of family history with us.
 I believe this was our grandmother's "wash chair" 
[maybe our gr-grandmother's?]
And, if my understanding is correct, this is the chair that held her wash tub 
to catch the wash as it came through the wringer of her old wringer washing machine 
I doubt these shoes [on the left] will be passed down to anyone else in the family, 
but they have served me well [both in and out of style] for the last 30+ years!!!
Alas, they're getting a little worn these days -  
I passed the new ones [on sale 75%!!!] 
on my way to pick up some make-up the other night,
 and realized it was time to replace.
They are almost EXACTLY the same!!!
And they feel PERFECT on my foot!! 
 So the good ole shoes bought in Provo, Utah [ZCMI?] way back in 1977 will be retired.
[I can't bear to throw them away - haHAha.]
A little something that Craig and I picked up from an old abandoned - dilapidated store front back in the day [sometime while dating; we were married in ’83, and we TRULY had no idea we might be doing something illegal -so I think I’m safe to share this…
do as I say, not as I do , and all that jazz...]
It gives me a little happy.

Honestly - I'm not sure where my parents got this...
But it's been a part of our lives for twenty years or more -
They would save their 'silver' [change from their pockets]
in it until it was full and then each gr-son took turns emptying it and taking it home - 
Just a little extra gift to them - 
a lesson in waiting until it was full, and learning to take turns...
This is a treasure to me - 
 They came from my Aunt Eulene's house 
and it's the one thing I wanted when she passed away. 
Both our families lived in small houses growing up - within walking distance from each other... and while her kitchen was teeny tiny - she had a pantry. 
We didn't; and as a kid I was intrigued by it - 
and I loved peeking in and seeing these canisters lined up on the self. 
And if my memory serves me correctly, there was maybe a banana or two in front of them...
 This clock was given to Craig after his grandfather passed away. It was made the same year that Paw Paw was born - How neat is that? We hope our boys will be able to pass it down to Hardwick boys of their own one day…
[turtle is from a trip to the Bahama's - no heirloom there -]
Side note: the slate next to it was my mother's granddaddy's that he used in school and the little ceramic dogs? They were part of my grandmother's collection that she would buy at Turner's Store [corner of Woodward and 2nd Street] when she went to town... How many of you bought 'penny' candy there back in the day?
When I look at this piece of furniture it brings back such fond memories of hanging out at my grandmother's house - but this isn't from her house. 
 It is, however, very much like the wardrobe she had in the back bedroom [her house had no closets...] It came from Miss Bessie's house, a favorite person of mine. 
We've had it close to 20 years now.
One of the memories I have of Mama M's is that all the girl cousins [and there were a lot of us!] would try on lipstick and press our lips to the inside of the top door... some of my cousins say they don't remember this - did I imagine it? Whatever, it's my memory - lol - so when I saw these little foam lip prints I had to use them to 're-enact' the memory, if you will. 
Just a little happy reminder of good times at my Mama M's.

A little serving dish we have in our home - 
When Craig's gr-mother was getting older she gave this to me one time as we were walking out the door to go home. I've kept it through the years - and this little casserole dish has become a favorite of mine...love the little snowflakes on the outside, and the very 60's blue color...
This holds such dear memories for me, and I'm so blessed to have it in my home -
This is the sewing machine I learned to sew on. Truly. It was my grandmother's machine, and always set in the 'back bedroom,' and she allowed me to sew on it at a very early age. I had to pump the pedal myself to make it go. I've been told it was HER grandmother's at one time, but I've not done in research regarding age, etc. It's dear to me.

THIS is the clock radio that set on our parent’s kitchen table for twenty plus years – and it wasn’t until we found it in the garage clean-out last year that Mom shared that our dad gave it to her for Christmas the year before they were married. How cool is that? So now it’s over 50 years old and sets on our hoosier cabinet in our kitchen. A treasure, for sure. It still works – but is very crackly in this digital age… and I’ll admit that at first, it weirded me out to have it here – like it should still be setting where it was for years and years, but life goes on, doesn’t it? 
May I present what Craig fondly calls The Singing Mexicans. These little garden statues belonged to his Aunt Thelma who passed away last year. As the story goes she and her first husband traveled a good bit before he passed away and these were picked up on one of their many trips to California over 30 years ago. Soon after she’d re-married, her second husband did some cleaning for a yard sale and included The Singing Mexicans. And, you guessed it, Aunt Thelma was not happy about this – so unhappy, in fact, that she had the husband track down the buyer to get them back. Turns out he had to pay more than he sold them for, but they remained in Aunt Thelma’s garden for the next 20 plus years. After hearing this story Craig loved them even more and they now sit, singing, in our garden.