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Ornaments

I’ve been trying to do the occasional post on family heirlooms.   These ornaments are not anything old but they are some of my favorites and someday my kids will inherit them so I thought a few notes on them might be useful.

I’ve got lots and lots of bird ornaments on my tree because they remind me of Gramma Mary and that gives me joy.    This one in particular reminds me of her, she loved Cardinals.

When I was 18 years old my parents took us on a two week trip to Europe.  Rothenburg, Germany was probably my favorite city we visited. I bought this ornament and the one below in a fabulous Christmas shop right on the town square.

I bought two of these Nutcracker ornaments the first time I took Mary to see the Nutcracker ballet.   One for her to have on her tree as an adult and one for me to keep, to remember when I’m old & gray and my children are all grown & gone.

I bought this beauty in Rome, in a little shop on Piazza Navona.    Mom & I went to Rome in January, 2003.


Mom cross-stitched a set of 3 or 4 of these when I was around 6 years old.  This one was always my favorite and she gave it to me to hang on my tree when I was an adult.

Another little ornament that used to hang on Mom’s tree when I was a kid.  I always liked it so Mom gave it to me.

This sweet angel was a gift from my college roommate, Yoo Kyung Lee.   She sent it to me shortly after she returned home to Korea.   I think she made it herself- she is very artistic like that.   There is a handwritten tag on the back from her.

A Favorite Christmas Gift

One of My Favorite Christmas Memories

My grandmother didn’t put up many Christmas decorations but every year she did put up a ceramic Christmas tree. It had little lights in the shapes of birds and I just loved it.

She passed away eight years ago. I realized that Christmas that I hadn’t seen her Christmas Tree when we were cleaning out her apartment. I called my cousin to see if he had it. Nope. I called her long time friend, Aunt Polly, and she didn’t have it. Neither did any of the other family members I called. I was bitterly disappointed. Our daughter is named after Gramma and I so wanted the tree, for my own memories and to pass down to our Mary.

On Christmas Eve Day, the UPS man pulled into our driveway. We hadn’t ordered anything and I wasn’t expecting any packages- I thought maybe he had the wrong house. No- he had the right house and even had a BIG box addressed to me from my best friend who lives 12 hours away from me.

You can imagine my surprise, shock and tears when I opened the box to find a beautiful ceramic Christmas tree with little bird lights. My friend, who had three young children at the time and was working part-time as well, signed up for a ceramics class in order to make me a ceramic Christmas Tree like Gramma’s. She spent all fall making that tree and searching out the little bird lights. She finished it just in the knick of time and overnight mailed it to me so that I would get in on Christmas Eve Day.

It was the *nicest* thing anyone ever did for me and is one my MOST treasured possessions.

THE TREE:

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A Close up of the Bird Lights:

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Originally Posted on December 28, 2007

Heirlooms: Carmen Catania

My maternal grandmother, Marvel Rose Barcomb Johnston has had a pretty hard life.  She was abandoned by her mother when she was a baby and raised by her father’s mother.     Her first husband was Tommy Keale.   She and Tommy were headed home one evening with the baby, Tommy Junior, in the car with them.   There was an accident on the side of the road so Tommy stopped to help out.    In the course of helping those involved in the accident, he scraped his leg on the car’s rusty license plate.   When the police arrived, they insisted that Tommy stop at the hospital for a tetnus shot.    The nurses gave him the shot and said he would have to stay overnight for observation but could go home in the morning.   Gramma left to take the baby home and put him to bed- she’d be back in the morning to pick up Tommy, Sr.   The hospital was just a few minutes from their house- as she was walking in the door with the baby, the phone was ringing.  It was the hospital.  Tommy was having an allergic reaction to the tetnus shot and she needed to get back quickly.  He was dead before she arrived.

A few years later, she married her second husband, Carmen Catania.   They had a little girl, Sharon.  Carmen was a Marine during World War II.   He was killed in action on May 10, 1945 at Okinawa.

Marvel later married her third husband, Lyle Johnston.   Marvel and Lyle had three children- Tammy, Joanne (my mother) and Ricky.

For some reason my Aunt Sharon was never much interested in her father or his medals.  In fact, I believe she sold his medals at a garage sale.  eek As a Marine, I felt badly that his service was not being  honored.  I was interested in learning more about his service so I filled out the required paperwork and sent it in the the Marine Corps requesting information about his time in service.   For some reason, they mailed me all his medals!   I had them framed along with copies of pictures of  him taken while he was in the Marines.   The lefthand picture is just of him but in the righthand picture he is holding a photograph of Marvel and their daughter, Sharon.

 

 

Heirlooms: Restored Barcomb Picture

My Mother gave me this picture of her maternal grandparents several years ago. There was no frame and half of the picture has reversed itself- so one half is convex and one half is concave.  I looked into having it restored and the estimate was $500-$600. OUCH.   No can do- that’s a  lot of money.    So, I ended up having a copy made and having the copy restored.  Cost- $60. :)    Ahh, much better.

Pearl  Mullen and Hubert Barcomb

This is their wedding picture- she was 14 years old  and he was 16 years old when they married sometime around 1914? 1915? 1916?  Not sure of the correct date off the top of my head but I do have it written down somewhere.

THE ORIGINAL (now stored carefully away in the top of my closet)

THE NEW COPY- Doesn’t it look great?

“Bert” and Pearl had one child- Marvel.   Marvel Barcomb went on to marry three times.   Her first husband died after getting a tetnus shot.  Her second husband ( Corporal Carmen Catania) was killed in action at Okinawa on May 10, 1945.  Her third husband was Lyle Johnston.   Marvel and Lyle’s second daughter was my Mother, Joanne Marie Johnston.  So Bert and Pearl are Mary, Nathan and Savvy’s Great Great Grandparents.

Heirlooms: Hand Mirror

A beautiful hand mirror

When I was a little girl, I remember that Gramma Mary always had this mirror, along with the matching brush and comb, sitting on her dresser.     We were cleaning out her apartment after she passed away and I found the mirror in her top dresser drawer.  No sign of the brush and comb.   They are gone now, somehow lost over the years, which is a tragedy to me.

If you look closely, you can see what appears to be a “D” engraved on the back of the mirror.   Gramma’s name was “Mary” so clearly the “D” doesn’t refer to her.   Looking back in the family records, I can only find one possibility.   Grampa Sam’s Grandmother’s name was “Harriette Phidelia Lucina Haskell Orvis”-  what a name!   I think I have heard that she went by the “Delia” so my best guess is that this set once belonged to her.

Delia was born in 1851 and died September 24, 1923.   She married James Calvin Orvis (5/12/1842-8/29/1920) on September 21, 1869.    She was 18 years old when they married, he was 27 years old.   He must have fought in the Civil War, although we have no family stories of it as we do for Henry Fairchild.

I wonder, maybe this mirror, comb and brush set was a wedding gift?  Or maybe an anniversary present?  They were married 50 years when Grampa Orvis passed away.

I’m not sure why the published post is cutting off the right side of the above two pictures as they are showing up correctly in the preview…

Heirlooms: Swans

Heirlooms

I’ve decided to start doing occasional posts on family heirlooms.   In our family I am the one who has always been interested in family heirlooms and stories.   If something ever happened to me, much of that knowledge would be lost.  My grandmother only has one sibling left alive and none of my grandfather’s siblings are left.    I worry too- that as I get older, I’ll forget where each item came from and why it is special.

So, these posts are really more for my own memory and for the children than anyone else.

SWANS-  Gramma Mary Caster Fairchild gave me these little swans when I was still a little girl.   She and Grandpa Sam Fairchild bought them on their honeymoon to Niagra Falls in June, 1942.

Roses

Great Gramma’s Roses

My Gramma died in November of 2000.   She and I were very close and I named Mary after her.   That next summer I went back home for a visit.  My Uncle Earl took me over to her old apartment and helped me dig up a cutting of her roses.   My Aunt Polly was there also and told me that she had gone with Gramma back to her Mother’s house to help dig up the roses.   So these roses of my grandmothers had come from her Mother’s rose bush!  My Great Gramma Hattie was married in 1909.   I love to think of these roses growing out at the old homestead and then growing again at Gramma’s House and now they are growing at my house!

Kip put together this flower arrangement for me out of plants growing here in our own yard and natural area.   The lone light pink rose is the one from my Great Gramma Hattie/Gramma Mary’s rose bush!   Some day I hope to pass cuttings of it on to my daughters.

Close up pictures of Great Gramma Hattie/Gramma Mary’s rose bush.   It is a thick, fast growing, fast spreading bush.  Quite invasive.   I have no idea what type of rose it is but someday I may take these pictures to a nursery and see if someone can identify it.

A Gift From My Dad

My Dad brought me a gift when he was here visiting last week. It’s probably the best gift he’s ever given me.

He brought me my Mother’s rocking chair.    How wonderful to be able to sit and rock my children in the same rocking chair that Mom rocked my and my siblings in.   I’m so, so thrilled.  I’ll treasure this for many years and I just love the thought of passing it down to Mary and Savannah.

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