This is a set of little letter stamps that came from my Grandfather's house. It was something I found tucked in a dresser drawer in one of the back rooms. He had all sorts of crazy things in those drawers. "Take that home with you," he said. And so I did. That was years ago now.
I find them fascinating and delightful. They are very simple. But there's something about them that makes me filled with wonder -- in part about how they were used in my mother's childhood home. There's a story there I'm sure. Someone practiced stamping in the lid of the box, and the little words and phrases offer clues. Some of the numbers are missing (largely the numbers that were in their address.) I'm sometimes amused with how much I love these things, but I do.
We pulled them out today for a project. And when the stamps come out, so does little brother.
My mom had sent me this link back in the summer -- that I just loved. We had just returned from Plum Island -- bursting with beach treasures. Today (three months later), I assembled them into something worth sharing. And I used my precious little stamps to mark them. Plum Island.
"Very Martha Stewart," said the Daddy.
"Exactly," I said. "Thanks."
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