Due to our downsizing, I need to get rid of lots of STUFF. Stuff that has accumulated during the 29 years we have lived in this house, and also stuff that has been with me most of my life. This cake carrier falls in that last category.
My mother got this Revere Ware cake carrier with Green Stamps about 50 years ago. She used it to store cakes, pies, cookies, bread, whatever baked good was on hand. And, there was always a baked good on hand. My mother baked every day. Occasionally she would use it to carry a dish to a potluck supper at church. Most of the time, though, it sat on top of the refrigerator or on the cabinet on the back porch.
Somewhere along the way my mother quit baking and taking dishes to potluck suppers and she didn’t need the cake carrier. I took it and used it much as she had except I didn’t bake every day. Lots of potlucks, and lots of entertaining. The carrier came in handy. About 10 years ago, after I realized I didn’t do much of either any more due to my horrendous teaching schedule, I put the carrier in our storage unit. It has sat there all this time, waiting.
Today I delivered it to a Facebook friend who claimed it when I put it up on my wall like I have done many items which need to find new homes.
“It’s in very good condition,” she remarked as I handed it to her.
Driving away, and while running errands, I thought about that comment. Yes, it is in good condition. Everything my mother had, she took very good care of it. That habit was passed on to me. We didn’t have a lot when I was growing up so all of our possessions were cared for and made to last a long time, like 50 years for a cake carrier.
In giving away so many of my possessions, I have realized how very blessed I am. I grew up in a poor home with uneducated parents. We didn’t travel to exotic places but rather to visit friends and family. We didn’t eat in restaurants unless it was a cafeteria or a diner and we were caught in town during meal time. We didn’t have much in the way of clothes. My dad farmed all week so he had one outfit that was for town and church. My mother had only a few dresses. I had one pair of shoes for school and they had to last all year. We lived in a house that my dad built.
Now I have more STUFF than I know what to do with and a house that contains it. My husband and I have talked about living more simply with fewer things. Having grown up that way, I think I can do it.