of simple childhood joy come in fleeting moments.
I saw these photos and took a trip down memory lane.
My Grandma Midgley lived in an old farm house on Newtown Road. It had crystal door knobs and I was fascinated by them.
I thought she was the richest lady in the world to have diamond door knobs.
I thought they were just beautiful.
Turns out she was poor as a church mouse.
Not that it mattered to me, her home was put together in a manner that I just hummed with anticipation when we went to visit, everything was so interesting. She had lovely antiques, I fondly remember her collection of early colored sandwich glass and the set of green dolphin candlesticks, worth a small fortune today.
The antiques disappeared one by one as she sold them to try and hold on to the farm that she dearly loved only to lose it. I was a teenager and didn't understand how these things worked. I have tried to find some of her pieces, but alas...