Polishing The Banister
It's not often that one can say "I'm polishing the banister." But today, I took Old English to some of the vintage wooden furniture pieces that have arrived lately - some I have inherited from my precious Grandmother who was close to being 100 years old when she passed away a couple months ago.
Along with the polishing was our 101 year old banister. Its beautiful old wood took me back to days gone by as each spindle was rubbed with the soft cloth and the wood soaked the oil in. Then there is the railing that is shaped just right for hands to slide along as one steadies themselves down the carpeted stairway.
Free of dust collected in the harder to reach places and wood looking younger and shinier in the sunlit room, I sat back and smiled at having such a task as this to do. Now if only there was silver to polish and floors to freshly wax, tea to be served in fancy kettles on silver trays, ladies filling the parlor with dresses that bloomed with layers of beautiful, ruffled fabric...
Pinch. Daydream over, I put away my oil soaked rag and can of Old English to see my husband on the computer and go make myself a cup of peach herbal tea with hot water flowing from my Keurig.
But still, it was fun to turn back time if only for a moment and think of what life may have been like back in the day.
Along with the polishing was our 101 year old banister. Its beautiful old wood took me back to days gone by as each spindle was rubbed with the soft cloth and the wood soaked the oil in. Then there is the railing that is shaped just right for hands to slide along as one steadies themselves down the carpeted stairway.
Free of dust collected in the harder to reach places and wood looking younger and shinier in the sunlit room, I sat back and smiled at having such a task as this to do. Now if only there was silver to polish and floors to freshly wax, tea to be served in fancy kettles on silver trays, ladies filling the parlor with dresses that bloomed with layers of beautiful, ruffled fabric...
Pinch. Daydream over, I put away my oil soaked rag and can of Old English to see my husband on the computer and go make myself a cup of peach herbal tea with hot water flowing from my Keurig.
But still, it was fun to turn back time if only for a moment and think of what life may have been like back in the day.
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