hold your horses

Welcome to my horse collection.  This was a very big deal when I was a kid.  These were souvenirs from trips and Christmas and birthday gifts.  I loved them.  I could stand in front of the display in any tacky Tennessee roadside gift shop and be totally entranced.  I played with them endlessly.  They had names and histories and families.

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I unpacked them last week.  I unwrapped each precious horse and set it on the kitchen island to admire.  Banjo Man didn’t know what to say.  I suspect he was afraid I was going to display them on the fireplace mantel.   They’d been packed for about fifty years, maybe more.  I always thought I’d have granddaughters who would want to play with them.

So far that isn’t happening. 2015-12-09 003

So I ask you, what do I do with them?  Do I wait a few more years for that granddaughter to appear?  Do I donate them to charity?  Sell them on ebay?  Put them back in their box and tuck them away?

I am not ready to part with them.

Which I am embarrassed to admit.

Just forget you read this.

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4 Responses to hold your horses

  1. Sharon says:

    Definitely save them!

  2. Ellie says:

    I think you need to share their names and stories with John. I have a porcelain butterfly collection and gave one to Ahlya on her thirteenth birthday. Collections are special and need to be shared with loved ones. 💖

  3. Karen says:

    I love the horses! Why not display them on the mantel or in a china cabinet.

  4. Connie says:

    Save them. There are more grandchildren in your future.

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