not so long ago the old lady that i grew up next to for the first 6 years of my life, died. she was old, not well and it was her time. she died at home, never having to go into a home, with her pussy cat by her side. i have very fond memories of her, especially playing fruit shop on her kitchen floor with the scales and brown paper bags. the local greengrocers name was mr lala and till the day she died that is what i called her and always in a deep voice. it would make her laugh even if she was tired or feeling unwell. our family moved away but stayed in touch and for the last few years we have made our home back in the old hood so i saw her more often.
these canisters of hers i have always loved and they will always remind me of her kitchen and weighing out a pawpaw for sale. rip mr lala.
What a wonderful way to remember her. It's funny sometimes how the things which are not inherently precious, hold the most memories.
Posted by: Ali | May 28, 2007 at 01:43 AM
what lovely things to inherit. i have a cornishware rice caddy i got from my grandma which i will keep and pass on to my daughter too.
Posted by: lucykate crafts | May 28, 2007 at 06:05 AM
What sweet memories! I enjoyed reading this so much! It made me think of some of my own childhood memories with both my grandmothers. :o)
Those are beautiful canisters... and the memories attached to them are priceless!
Posted by: happy zombie | May 28, 2007 at 10:42 AM
I want to be this type of 'old lady',too. Grandmothers (whether they're ours by birth or by choice) make such a difference in the world. (Can you tell that I miss my Grandmother???)
I'm glad that you have the canisters to keep her memory with you. Here's to you, "Mr. Lala"!
Posted by: Tara | May 28, 2007 at 06:33 PM