There are things that trigger memories of childhood – the random wall hanging, the collection of knick-knacks in the China cabinet, the tin ladle Papaw used to keep by the sink when he wanted a quick drink of water… No matter the house in which these trinkets sit, all it takes is a quick glimpse and I’ve all but time traveled to the Treadway farm in Meadow Bridge, West Virginia.
Yesterday I eyeballed the owl ladle rest on Mamaw’s stovetop. Today she washed it and told me to take it home. What seems like a meaningless piece of porcelain is actually quite dear to me and it will be well-used in my kitchen.
