One of my favorite childhood memories was playing marbles with my brother.
Even then my love of color and texture manifested in the excitement I felt over the various marbles- milky ones, clear ones, large and small. I wish I could remember all the names we used to call them.
When I saw this jar of marbles at mom's, I immediately asked her for it. I carefully placed it on the windowsill where I could see it everyday. I can almost feel the dirt under my hand as I place the marble to the ground for the game.
The wind howling outside my window reminds me that winter snows cover the ground and grown-up years dull the memories of a few sweet childhood days. I am thankful to have a reminder of the good things of the past. Too often I focus on the negative.
Thus Tuesday Treasure.
1 comment:
My son is 11 and loves them!
Rosa
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