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| Oo-er! You saucy thing |
I was foraging around in the back of one of my kitchen cupboards earlier tonight when I rediscovered this old sauce bottle. I can remember when we first got it, back in the late 1960s or early '70s (or maybe I'm only recalling when I first noticed it, rather than when it was first purchased), and it was still in regular use up until a few years ago.
Regulars will be all too aware of how 'obsessed' I am with items and their associations, and this is a perfect example of my predilection for waxing lyrical and profound over the most trivial of things. One glance at this sauce bottle instantly transports me over 40 years into the past, and I'm once again sitting at our long-gone dining table - on the very chair (one of four, two surviving) that I'm perched on as I type this.
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| 'My' old back garden in 1988 - over 16 years after we'd moved |
Through the window (replaced with double-glazing around 24 years ago) of my former home, I gaze upon my back garden, and I'm once more a callow youth, with no notion that I would ever live anywhere else but that house. There is a comfort that comes from the familiar, and long-owned objects (even a humble condiment container) provide a gateway to earlier times that I experience with such clarity that it feels like the present rather than the past.
Is there something that you still possess from decades back which acts as a conduit to an earlier, fondly-recalled time in your life, before you got old and the shadows lengthened? If so, I'm all ears (as Mister Spock would say) - and you know where the comments section is!
Well, you know how I am! And I agree with you 100% about the comfort of familiar, and long-owned objects I’m surrounded by objects from the past they are either still being used, perched on a shelf to ‘inspire’ or destined to be a future work of art!
ReplyDeleteYup, you can't beat a bit of yesteryear, AJ.
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