Day Thirty Seven 2011

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
~~Matthew 5:13


The collector in me really likes an old salt crock. These are some I've picked up over the years from the flea market, junk stores and antique malls. I have another smaller one not in this lineup that I actually keep salt in. These were very inexpensive (needless to say, or else they would not be sitting on a shelf in my kitchen), but I have seen some that cost hundreds of dollars, I suppose simply for the fact that they have survived a hundred years or more, which instantly makes an item more valuable. One thing's for sure, I've never seen a Morton's salt box for sale at the flea market.

Day Fifteen 2011

"And here is the key
To a house far away
Where I used to live
As a child.
They tore down the building
When I moved away
And left the key unreconciled" ~~ Dan Fogelberg, 'Souvenirs'

I can't help thinking of these lines from Dan Fogelberg's song Souvenirs whenever I come across old keys at the flea market, especially skeleton keys, which I recently started collecting. They once opened the door to some one's home, and now here they sit gathering dust in some old box. The second key from the left used to be our house key when we first bought this old 1920's home back in 1983. We didn't tear down the building but we did change the locks, leaving the key 'unreconciled' as Dan put it. And although I always have notions of putting them to use in some project some day, like most of my collections, these keys will probably stay unreconciled.

Day Three Hundred Forty Two

Rainy Day Invasion Of The Nutcrackers

Rainy, windy day today. Wonder how long these rain drops stayed suspended before they fell. I didn't stick around to find out.

They came from the attic! Invasion of the nutcrackers. These are my big ones. I have some really small ones that are still lurking in the attic.

Elijah says, "He's creepy!" Kind of like clowns. Who knows what those small ones are doing right now up there in the attic.