jar of thoughts

have you ever been to an estate sale?

i love going to estate sales. why? well you see i grew up with wondering eye parents. an estate sale to me means that someone either has been placed in a home for disability reasons, nursing home, or the worst have passed on gone to hopefully a better place. i don't get to go to many of them. i am always busy. i try to keep my wondering eyes occupied.

i am just thankful that heather has the same interests as me. i couldn't have been luckier.

an estate sale to me tells me a lot of the person who lived there. i take it as a mini tour of someones life. you also find things that can be small treasures.  we do it for many reasons but what saddens me is what they leave behind.

we had gone to the bath house cultural center for their latest exhibit and on our way back saw an estate sale sign on the road. it was past five o'clock and was wondering whether it was to late to go. it took us left right, right left and there we were. people were still going to it so we joined.  i told heather i meet you in the middle. we explore. the first thing i notice is the structure of the house. as we wonder around you notice every room and what is in it for sale. i make my own story and share with heather what we make out of what we see. we get to see how they lived, what they enjoyed, how beautiful there house is.

you find things like books, clothing, and what gets me the most is the pictures in frames that get left behind.

I'm going to make my own conclusion of this persons house and what i learned. her name was Teresa. she ended up lonely. if she was married her husband died long ago. all you could find was lady clothing. if she had a partner she also has passed long ago nothing male was left inside the house. she loved to read and loved to accessorize. she loved to travel. loved the outdoors. her house was by a pond that had a water fountain so she also loved her peace and quiet. she suffered from depression and battled with alcoholism. she strived to make everyday a good one. she worked with the joys in life and worked out the troubles.

right when we were about to leave i noticed a jar on a bottom shelf in the back. i grabbed it and turned to face heather and at that moment she nodded her head to say yes. it was then that she knew what i was thinking. i wanted this jar. it cost $2.00. i knew it was filled with small writings and just thought how sad it is to have this sitting there and no one wanted it. my mind thinks crazy thoughts. how this woman was no longer here and this was left behind.

one day during the week i finally sat down and opened it. read every single piece. took me almost two hours. as i read them i wondered why she would have started a thought jar? was it a way to cope with daily life? was she this lonely? did she think someone would ever read them? how long had she been doing it?

i picked some that tell me a little of her life.......... 

and i picked some of my favorite ones. there were 415 of them.

i am going to keep this jar. i don't plan on throwing it away. it is a little history that i found so it's my treasure to someones trash. me and heather have talked about starting one but i don't know if it were to have the same destiny. i know that i don't have much to leave behind when i leave but i hope that my letters or pictures won't ever get trashed but more like a bye burning. 

wanted to share this jar with you so it wouldn't be forgotten.

we love to feed our wondering eyes hope to get to do them more often like we had in the past.
sometimes you find something of value to you or just to imagine the life that once was there.