Photo Story Friday - Dinged Up But Still Standing

Last year I tagged a photo from SoulMama's flickr pool that just spoke to me.There, in that picture about a glued little creamer dish, sits a little one-winged angel holding a tree - not unlike the 6 little angels  I keep stashed away in my box of Christmas ornaments.

 Those dented, beat-up little angels don't get to come out very often anymore -  a few years have passed since I've set them out - but they are well-loved. I refuse to get rid of them and this year I resurrected a new love for them.


They are all that remain from a box of 12 clear snowglobe Christmas ornaments that my parents had. As I grew up each year we would open the box to discover another one had seen it's demise, all that would be left was the paper angel glued to the base.

Then we began displaying the angels or hanging them on the tree. A perfect project for a little girl who loved to help decorate. As I grew and moved out on my own, my mother gave me odds and ends until I finally inherited all of the Christmas decorations.Including these well wore angels.

It's amazing what "pieces" of things we will hold onto in the name nostalgia.

In this case, I'm happy I did.



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4 comments:

Brittany said...

What a wonderful memory from childhood!! :)

Frogs' mom said...

What a beautiful treasure. We have just a few felt gingerbread men and raindeer from my childhood Christmas trees. There is something magical about the small touchstones that reconnect us with our childhood at Christmas.

Trannyhead said...

I love decorations like that. My mom has these hideously ugly elves that hang on the blinds over the kitchen sink. She had them in her house as a little girl, and I love them. I don't care if they give my kid nightmares - I'll put them up forever!

Shellie said...

That is so sweet!

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