My latest and most exciting find is definitely this stack of WWI Newspapers I stumbled upon. I was in this little shop here in my little town and I noticed about 3 dozen old Newspapers from Biddeford, ME sitting on the counter. My friend, the owner, was telling me how she came across them in a basement she was cleaning out for a 93-year-old man. They were stored in an old trunk of his.
My heart literally soared over the thought of owning these. This is the ultimate treasure for me. A true piece of history. The papers range from January 1918 – June 1918. They are full of WWI headlines. The old classifieds entertained me for hours. I had goose bumps for days after reading through them.
Some may not understand my excitement over some old pieces of paper, or my excitement over all old things. And that’s ok. It’s hard to find words to describe the emotional connection I feel to old things. I think for me, it’s about respect. I love my grandparents so dearly. I see how hard they’ve worked throughout their lives. My great grandparents did the same. My husbands great grandparents, and grandparents, you get the idea. The generations before us (me) lived a very different life. Things were so different “back then”. And I have an enormous amount of respect for what they’ve done, accomplished, and lived through. The “things” they acquired didn’t come free. Everyone worked. And work was much much different back then. It was actually WORK. Ahem.
I’ve always longed for the simple life. If the Amish wore slightly more fashionable clothing and were allowed to use flat irons on their hair, I would very seriously consider joining them. I would also require deodorant. Details.
Life in 1918 couldn’t have been easy. I am honored to be able to preserve these newspapers for future generations.
I know what it’s like to not have anything nice or any money to get nice things. I know what it’s like to reach a point where we have a few extra bucks to buy something expensive. That feeling – after so long of living without – that feeling of accomplishment and joy. The things I’ve been through in my life have blessed me with this respect I have for old things. The respect for the history of them. I don’t know what sacrifices came with a family purchasing a new dresser. Or a new bed. Maybe there weren’t sacrifices. But I will forever respect and cherish old things. I owe it to the generations before me and I hope that generations after me will do the same.
I framed a couple of the front pages and put one on my mantle and the other in my potting shed. I have plans to frame a few more and add through my house.