759, the address of the Home where I grew up, below is the mailbox that stood at the end of driveway. My Dad's name proudly sits on top, still in the original white paint, still the original numbers, everything the way it was so many years ago, with the exception of the location. It now sits (as of a few days ago) about half way back our little lane, on an old stump, beside my Father-in-law's old mailbox.
When my Father-in-law passed away over twenty years ago my husband saved his mailbox, then when my Dad passed away about five years later, I did the same. It didn't seem right to just pitch them...and I always new I'd find some way to use them.
Last Christmas I grabbed the one and used it in a outdoor display, and then it was tucked away in the shed that has been their home for years.
One day I saw a picture of a stump with flowers on pinterest, and immediately knew, what I would be doing with our old Family Mailboxes. They finally have a home.
Side by side they proudly sit, a gentle reminder of the past, I see every day when I drive back our little lane.
I can't wait to deck them out for all the up-coming Holidays
I think it's important to remember our past and pass those memories onto our Children and Grandchildren.
and I love to combine decorating and memory keeping
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