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<\/a>The next item is an old scale, confiscated from a discard pile somewhere. This was not an item passed down through our families–just interesting and old.<\/p>\n
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The next two items are from my grandfather and are irons. I have tipped the one on the left on its side so you can get a view from the top. These irons were used before electricity and were heated up on the old wood stoves of the day then applied to clothing to remove wrinkles. <\/p>\n This is a metal crayon box. This came from my great aunt Eva who was a school teacher.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This bell was from my grandmother who was also a school teacher. This is what the teachers in the small one room schools on the prairies rang to let the students know it was time for class.<\/p>\n My husband and I enjoy old things, aka antiques. I don’t like just any old things, I prefer old things that belonged to members of my family. I currently seem to be the only one in my family who really enjoys this old stuff so I have become the curator of the family museum. I often end up with items that someone feels should be preserved, but which that person does not want to store. I don’t mind, it makes for an interesting home. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" If you look at the previous post you will see that there is a shelf above the sunflower quilt in our entrance. LindaJ spotted some items up there and was curious to know what they were. So, here is a … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n