I was raised "in town" and I am a contemporary girl. I want to be about the latest and the greatest. I love today more than yesterday. The past is, well, past. There were people who shall go unnamed who wanted me to stay there, in the past, and live that same life again but I had to say "No". No way.
I put mother in the "rolling chair" as I call it and took her antiquing yesterday up in the mountains. After a yummy lunch, she said she would "stay in the car" and I could go in the shops. "What? I don't even like antiques," I thought to myself. She got out! We ended up spending 3 (!) delightful hours in one antique store looking at every little thing. Mother had a ball. She told me what things were, she told me stories about those things, we feigned sticker shock over today's prices. We bought things. They are all just things but memories and people are all tied up in things.
I like to think Halloween in an antique shop is like Halloween in a grave yard but not as scary. All those who've passed on come out to play with their stuff for awhile on Halloween. Like that children's story when the animals come to life at night, and the skin horse and the velveteen rabbit play.
My mom's 89 and this was a great day for her. She loves to look back on those 89 years and remember what "was". I understand that. It was also a perfect day for what "is", changing leaves and crisp air ushering in a new season, and clear beautiful sunshine to light the way into all the newness and aliveness that is yet to come.