Thursday, July 19, 2012

When walls talk

I keep trying to write and the words just never seem to work. I fail miserably at trying to separate my personal life and my "store life". They are so intertwined and I just cant untangle them. I have lost my biggest fan and I miss him so much. Please bear with me.

In the meantime, we have a new project going on at Alice and Jay.

We will keep it a secret for a little while but you can bet your bottom dollar that it's gonna be fun! New things around here always involve Jay on a ladder don't they!

While we were Working(I was working hard taking pictures) on peeling back layers of yuck, Jay caught a glimpse of something on our wall. Now, these old walls were constructed in the late 1800's and were home to a drug store, post office(where my precious Daddy worked for 45 years), and an antique shop. As each layer was removed, we could hear the voices from the past speak a little louder.

 

 

This voice must of come from one of my kindred spirits. The kind that does their bookkeeping on the wall, or back of your hand, or just anywhere you can write it so you don't forget it!

The more we peeled, the better it got. I was pretty excited when we found this chunk of the original wallpaper. Isn't it fabulous?

I have boxes and boxes of wonderful old ledger books and receipts and papers to dig through too. I wonder what they will tell me? The one from 1904 told me that Mr. Carson liked to buy cigars and candy and Christmas eve was a busy day at the drug store. Mostly candy and powders and perfumes were sold on that day. I'm going to search through them to see what my Grandaddy might have bought. I'll let you know what I find.

Simple things done by simple folks over 100 years earlier still Speak loud and clear today. It's kind of comforting, isn't it? Tune back in to see what else these wall say!

PS. Thank you to my sweet new friend from Tallahassee who stopped in to see me today. YOU inspired me to write today. Sometimes God works in wonderful and mysterious ways! Please come back to see me.

Thank you, Joanne. Sometimes it takes a visit from an angel to remind you how special life is. You are a rare and beautiful vessel of God's love! I love you.

Thank you, Barb. You are so special and we are so blessed to know you.

 

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