I photographed this image some time ago in a store and was struck by the American flag in between the doors. It inspired me to write a short story about love and patriotism.
Photo processed digitally with texture, lighting, and other adjustments.The Trinkets In Grandma’s HutchWritten by CarolM 2-2-2010
As a little girl, I always loved to look at all the trinkets in Grandma’s hutch. She had little cow salt and pepper shakers, a small ceramic heart and some tin boxes with designs on them. She had an old clock, a crystal perfume bottle with a stopper on top and two china dolls There was also a white milk glass vase, a pretty little glass candy dish and many other trinkets tucked in behind the ones in front.
Every time I visited Grandma, she would tell me the story about one of her precious treasures. “Grandpa got me this on our third anniversary. Aunt Jean gave this lovely perfume bottle on my 30th birthday." I always loved that perfume bottle. “The little candy dish came out of a box of soap and for a long time I kept my bobby pins in it. Grandpa use to laugh at me when I put my hair up in those bobby pins. When I was growing up, we had handmade dolls. At fourteen, Mama gave me this beautiful china doll for Christmas. I cried, I was so happy."
Of all the treasures Grandma had, the American flag was the one she treasured most. She kept it stuck between the doors of her hutch.
When Grandpa joined the army in 1941, he came home on leave and brought Grandma the little flag. He told her how proud he was to be a soldier. She loved him so much and missed him terribly when he went off to war, but she knew it was something he had to do. They shared their love in their letters that sometimes took weeks to get delivered.
When I was 16, Grandma told me about the day the man from the army showed up on her doorstep with a letter. She said it was the worse day of her life. We both cried. She told me that the man gave her a medal called the purple heart and she keeps it in the little ceramic heart box in her hutch. She showed it to me and tried to explain what it was for, while the tears ran down her cheeks. I’ll never forget that day.
Grandma never remarried. She still lives in the house she shared with Grandpa. She still has the flag hanging in between the doors of the hutch and every time she walks by she touches it.
Last week, when I was visiting, she explained that she only had one love in her life and it was Grandpa. She told me that she has missed him deeply. She explained how proud she was of him and his love for his country. She said that she has had a good life and that not everyone finds the kind of love that her and Grandpa shared and she felt so blessed . She told me that he is waiting for her and that someday they will be together again.
Sometimes I think about Grandma, when I look at my husband dressed in his Army uniform. He is the love of my life and I feel so blessed.
Written by CarolM 2-2-2010