The Love Of Old Things

I have loved old things for as long as I can remember. I adore learning and looking at old objects. I want to know from which era the object as come from, who used this object and how did we find it. I love looking at the object and staring at every detail of it memorizing what I see. I have a great fondness for old photographs. It doesn't matter who is in the photo...I will look and memorize faces. I love faces. I can feel how the person is feeling through the photo. I can tell that they are annoyed, bored, sad, happy, scared, silly or peaceful by their expressions. I love history. Learning about things of the past makes me feel alive. I adore learning about all kinds of history but my favorite times are between 1850---1940. I love the pioneers, The Victorian era, The Gibson girls, The Flappers, WWI, WW11, The Great Depression, old Hollywood, the music and the dancing. My love for these years came when I was quite small. I used to play with cut out dolls, that I made, and pretend they were pioneers. I would play for hours just pretending. When I was a teenager I wanted to be a Gibson girl. I would put my long hair up and try to put it in a bun. I never quite understood how women could keep their hair up all day, because my hair would always fall down within minutes. My love for old Hollywood started in Junior High. I went to a Buster Keaton movie and fell head over heals for slapstick. I ventured into different movies of the 20's, 30's and 40's...loving each and everything I found. I love how movies were simple. Some of the movies could scared your pants off, just because of shadowing and lighting. My favorite are still the comedies. I love to laugh. Nothing can make me laugh like Harold Lloyd, Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Bing Crosby and The Three Stooges. I think it takes more talent to make someone laugh then to cry. I have found another love...genealogy. I enjoy finding people. I feel so close to my family when I find out who they are and what they did for a living. I love having stories to go along with the faces in the photos. I love thinking about my family, of long ago and smiling knowing that they know I haven't forgotten them. I love old things. I do not know why, but I do.