I was made to love vintage things for as long as I can recall.
It might have started with Laura Ingalls. It might have just started with the turn of the autumn leaves when I was riding the bus home in first grade while mom was up in the apple tree picking when I got home. Or it might have started while I played under the quilting frame while my grandmother and mom quilted over holiday breaks. Or when Laura Ashley was a revival phase in fashion. Or when I sat on my parents bed and dumped a box of old black and white photos and looked at them for hours.
If it wasn't then, surely it was when I was ten and spent the night at my Great Aunt Mattie's house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where she led us up winding stairs by lamplight to sleep on a hay tick bed with an old fashioned foot warmer beneath the covers. When she made us breakfast on her wrought iron black stove.
By the time I was thirteen and helping my mother research our family history at the genealogy library, I was a goner when I sat in the microfilm room scrolling through pages of census records. It was like I'd fallen down a rabbit hole, or stepped through the back of a wardrobe to see into the lives of real historical people.
That was the year mom and I wallpapered my bedroom and I picked a flowered vintage smoky blue pattern with the feel of 1895.
I must have an old soul. But something in my spirit lights up when I see vintage, when I notice legacy, or when I feel the touch of history. History is who we all are. It's depth. It's real. It has meaning. That rocks me. And if you don't get that, then just watch an episode of Who Do You Think You Are?, when the person researching their family roots can't even name their grandparents but moves on to find generations of identity that came before them.
It's always moving.
It always touches something.
And that something to me is rich, deep, and real.
It's the best part of why I have a vintage heart.
What's your heart look like?
What draws you?
Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots.Nurse Practitioner by day.Wife, mother, writer by night.Coffee drinker--any time.
Find me at: www.anneloveauthor.com