![]() – a canvas 30cmx40cm or boxed glass frame. – embellishments such as old jewelry, beads, silk or dried flowers (optional) your keepsake items, babys clothing, baby shoes, ballet shoes, granda’s old hat, gardening gloves, sport outfits, etc to mention just a few you may treasure…. She received it for her 21 st birthday this year and you can just imagine the emotion when she saw it!! So get your thinking caps on and find those little treasures you have hidden away just waiting to be paverpolled!! Remember all clothing and objects need to be natural fibers. I used bronze and after dry brushing it with gold and copper paint I framed it in a glassbox type frame which I purchased in Ikea. I have paverpolled my daughter’s denim dress and top she wore when she was 3 yrs old. Make an abstract canvas piece of art to amaze your friends and family or create a memory canvas with old treasured clothes and keepsake objects. There are some treasured memories to pull on as well.Paverpol Canvas Art / Heirloom Treasure Pictures As I encounter those I presume to be around my age I want to say “hang in there” or “be encouraged” or “it’s worth it.” I want to say, “Be tender with yourself when you are unsure of what to do or when you feel a stab of pain.” And no matter your age, if you get the chance to walk around your childhood yard, look for more than tenacious weeds. What I know is many people are spending time and love in efforts to honor their elders. There is a mixture of deep respect and appreciation as well as practical concern layered with guilt in contemplating what is right and best to do about these items. Family china, photograph albums, handmade quilts and linens, vintage clothing, furniture that someone handcrafted or bought with their first paycheck decades ago, are all precious treasures. In my work helping people make end-of-life healthcare decisions, what to do with their stuff often surfaces as a concern. They are deciding how best to care, not just for them as important as that is, but for those things they treasured. I thought about the scores of people I know and the countless ones I do not know who are walking this path of tending to elderly parents and family members. I was so glad to see it that I didn’t even care about the thorns that cut my hands. I found only one of the many blackberry bushes my father had cultivated and I thought of the hours he spent and the pride he took in those berries. Sticking through the overgrown hedge, I caught a glimpse of the Clematis that was a gift from my childhood pediatrician to my mother. I trimmed the rose bushes that my Aunt Lillie gave my mother and father just years before her death. I pulled weeds from around the heirloom “Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow” plant, a transplant from my mother’s childhood home in Mississippi. It was a sacred morning as I worked around the yard of the house that was my home for eighteen years and my parents’ home for sixty-three. It was a challenge trying to pull up so many, but together we made a dent. Now the ditch is filled with elephant ears that would shame Dumbo they are so large. Our mother is not fond of animals so they were as close to a pet as we got in those days. Back before we knew better and after days of rain, we would catch mollies and other minnows sloshing around in that water. John’s River blocks away and at tide change water accumulates in the little ditch out back. The backyard at my modest childhood home has always been wet. I felt a stab of pain when I saw the old box fan we used to sit in front of in our house when the summer days were so hot the air conditioning was having trouble keeping up. I was in that little playhouse recently to get a shovel, as my husband, son, and I went about the messy task of cleaning up the yard. ![]() ![]() Though wooden, my playhouse seems to be holding up as well as the brick house that I, my younger brother and baby sister grew up in. There we pretended to cook beans or mimosa seed pods in one corner, the kitchen found and installed scrap carpet to demarcate a living room in another corner and played house for hours on end, the sash windows propped open with a stick. It was my playhouse when I was a child, beautifully handcrafted by one of my favorite uncles. ![]() Where once there was a nice old-fashioned half-wood, half-paned glass front door, there is now a thick rubber mat cleverly nailed into place across the top of the door frame, keeping animals and moisture at bay.
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