I'm not sure if it is my southern genes or what, but I am really into family heirlooms and deep-seated traditions. It feels good to have a sense that you are a part of something bigger than yourself; something that is old and steeped in generations and love.
Most of our furniture belonged to family members before us, which I love. I refinished so many pieces of my grandparents' furniture that I actually included "refinishing furniture" as a hobby on my resume in law school.
Go ahead and laugh, but that one was always a conversation-starter...
We also have several pieces that were made by my great-grandfather, James Barrett -- my namesake, and now Barrett's too. He made a standing cedar chest, grandfather clock, and inlaid wood cabinet that are all three in our living room.
It feels special when we use my grandmothers' crystal or see Kristopher's grandmother's china hanging in Charlotte's nursery.
I almost teared up watching Barrett clamor sit in my late Uncle Bobby's baby rocking chair. Barrett would have loved Uncle Bobby.
It meant a lot to me that my sister, Jessica, wanted to wear my wedding dress. Now, it is ours -- which makes it even more special in my eyes.
And I was thrilled to pieces when my mom showed me a hand-tatted lace cap that my great-aunt Ginny found. The baby cap is so old, that no one can remember exactly where it came from or who made it, but our best guess is that my great-grandmother Pearl (James Barrett's wife and great-aunt Ginny's mama) made it for her babies. That makes it around a hundred years old. If Pearl's mama made it, it is even older. So neat, right???