My mother collected antiques, and she loved them. But I don’t think I paid much attention to them growing up, although I remember following her around in antique stores, admiring some of the unique items, and asking questions.
One such item in my home growing up was a buggy seat which my mother’s sister, my Aunt Mary, had given to her. African violets rested upon the seat collecting sunlight beneath the kitchen window.
When my mother passed away and various items were dispersed between the family, I got the buggy seat. I’ve enjoyed having this antique item in my home for the past forty plus years. Books, magazines, plants, and even a small water fall have graced this seat over time. Years ago, even my own young children sat on it and bounced away as I cautioned them to be careful, due to the age.
Although I’ve enjoyed having this antique in my home for many years, I must admit that I never thought about the history of the seat until my Aunt Mary and her twin sister, my Aunt Sue, traveled from out of state to Colorado to visit me a few years ago.
I was excited to show them my home and especially the antiques that first belonged to my mother. When we entered my dining room, I said, “Look, Aunt Mary. This is the buggy seat you gave to Mother. I’ve had it in our home all these many years.”
She smiled and replied, “Oh, yes, I remember it. I bought it at an antique store because it caught my eye. When your mother came to visit me one time, she admired it so much I gave it to her.”
Aunt Mary went on to say, “You know, I wonder who sat on this seat. Maybe it was a newlywed couple traveling to the wild west to settle a homestead.”
I replied, “I guess we’ll never know.”
Now when I dust the buggy seat, I think about the conversation with my Aunt Mary. Who sat here? I wonder. Was it a bachelor traveling to get his bride? Was it a husband and wife with a family moving away from the great Dust Bowl destruction, or moving on for a new opportunity during the great Depression? Maybe a number of people jostled upon the seat pulled by horses before it was abandoned when cars became the primary mode of travel. Maybe the travelers who sat upon this seat saw Indians along their journey. Oh, if only the buggy seat could talk!
This much I know. I treasure this antique item, and I know it has a past story of traveling hidden within it. I’m grateful to always be connected to my mother and my Aunt Mary every time I look at it. Who sat here? I wonder.
My Aunt Mary
Do you have a special antique in your home with a hidden story? I’d love to not only hear about it, but I would
enjoy sharing it with my readers.