Time does not pass, it continues. — Marty Rubin
The funny thing about these antiques is that they once were used for something. Kids piled in the wagon for rides on the dirt paths. Men worked with the shovels. People relaxed in the chairs and talked. Babies played with the rag dolls. And apparently a lot of sewing went on in these mountains, too.
I love the character of them, though. How fascinating to imagine the red wagon full of laughing little ones, the sewing machines cranking out clothing, the stove baking an apple pie. Dinner served on the green dining table.
People live and thrive in this town today. The kids play, families eat home-cooked meals. Maybe someone sews curtains. Life continues, and life contains both the rusted and the new. That’s so easy to see and appreciate here in the mountains. I love these reminders of a time when life was different but really much the same.
How about you? What reminds you that time moves on while life continues?