I am a very sentimental person. I treasure and cherish items given to me be loved ones--especially home made items. Like this treasure here.
Mrs. Osborn was a very small lady. I remember going to her house (which was a former hardware store) with Grandma to deliver eggs. She and Mr. Osborn were always nice to see us, always offered me a slice of homemade bread or piece of gum. Grandma didn't just deliver the eggs and leave; no, we would sit and visit for what seemed an eternity to me. I remember the smell of their home and the rag rug on the living room floor. It was huge. Mrs. Osborn also attended our church. She always sat in the second pew, close to the door. I even remember once she passed out during the service. She was all right, but I remember the scare she gave everyone in Church that day. I also remember her telling me that when she was a child, she was scared of tornadoes and thunderstorms because her father got her family up one dark night and sent them all to the cellar during a storm. She shared that it was a very long time before she would go to bed without her shoes on. She was a very nice lady, and her potholders are a reminder of her.
"Mrs. Osborn's Potholders" are not just a treasure to me, but to the women of my family and to the women in the small community of Englewood. In fact, that's what they are known as, "Mrs. Osborn's Potholders." Everyone knows what potholders you are talking about when you label them such.
The old potholders with the new. All treasures to me.