Anyone else would probably throw this old butter churn crock away. After all, it is chipped and broken. It has long since lost its usefulness in this world and no longer serves a purpose, except to stand in my hallway...cherished. You see, this old churn, it has a story to tell... A brief little tidbit of Butler County's History: ** Butler County was founded on January 18th, 1810, becoming Kentucky's 53rd county. The county was formed by parts of Logan and Ohio Counties and was named after Major General Richard Butler, who died at the Battle of Wabash in 1791.** My step~dad, Bobby, was born in Butler County, Kentucky and was raised there until he was 8 years old. Bobby grew up dirt poor in Butler County, as a lot of people did back then. I remember him telling us how he had to go to school wearing 2 different kinds of shoes. How all the kids would point at his shoes and laugh, making fun of him. Even as a little kid hearing this story, my heart broke for this little boy. What he must have went through, how he must have felt. Makes me cry even now while I'm writing this. When I was about 7 years old, Ma and Bobby decided they wanted to revisit the home he grew up in. Which meant another road trip! We were always taking "road trips" when I was little. I think I've been on every back road from here to Virginia...or it sure seems like it. (Why is it that I can remember something from when I was 7 years old but just a few minutes earlier, I walked into the other room to tell hubby something and completely forgot what I was going to tell him!) Anyways, so we all loaded up in the truck and took off. Bobby was driving, I was sitting on Ma's lap and Brother was sitting on Bobby's dad's lap...., back then we didn't have to wear seat~belts! We rode for miles and miles down old, rutted, country dirt roads that looked like they hadn't even seen a vehicle pass through in years. Most of'em weren't even fittin' for ONE vehicle much less if you met another vehicle coming your way. Long, winding, country dirt roads also meant another thing...no bathrooms....for miles and miles. Except behind a big tree. We finally arrived at Bobby's old home place. The day was so beautiful. The sun was shining, the wind gently blowing, I still remember the wind because I couldn't keep my hair out of my face. The weeds we had to walk through were as tall as me and Brother. So Bobby reached down, picked me up and put me on his shoulders. (On his shoulders I thought I could see the whole world.) I looked back and Brother rode "piggy back style" on the back of Bobby's dad. Fun fun!! :) The old house was mostly gone. It had partially fallen down and what was left standing, people had been coming by and taking the lumber off the old house to use themselves. Ma started going through the rubble, wondering what, if anything, they'd find and that's when she found the bottom of that old butter churn. Ma sifted and dug through all that debris, (for what seemed like hours but it probably wasn't), trying to find all the pieces to it. There was SO many small pieces but she was able to find all but the one piece you see missing in the photo. When we got back home, she laid it out and pieced it back together again...painstakingly, literally, piece by piece. Most people wouldn't have taken the time to bother with it. But I know why she did it. Because it was the one thing that Bobby could take back with him that day from his old home place. But sometimes I wonder if HE knew why she did it. So you see, that useless, broken, chipped butter churn crock was the very first thing I ever remember Ma taking and " making beautiful" again. So THAT is where I get my love for old, antique and chippy "junk". And just like the missing piece that Ma worried about for the churn, sometimes I worry about the missing pieces with my memory. Afraid that somewhere down the road, I'm not going to remember these things anymore. So, I'll write them here, while I can still remember them. :) Thanks for stopping by! Be good and be pretty and as always.... ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ God Bless ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ |
HI! My name is Lori and I am a self~ proclaimed agoraphobic and rarely leave my home. My blog is a place for me to come and embrace my Edith Bunker tendencies and to share a few of the things I love. Stories, recipes and crafts, all with a little humor thrown in along the way! ღღ
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