Today I recieved a box in the mail. The box was not from ebay or amazon - it was much more exciting than that. The box was from one of my mom's older sisters, my Aunt Flo. Inside was the most wonderful match holder I could have wished for. Some may think it looks past it's prime, but to me it's perfect. This match holder is from the home in Tennessee where my mother and her siblings grew up. The home burnt down several years ago and I never had the chance to see it, but this match holder was there. My Papa grabbed a match to light an early morning fire from this holder. My Granny was the one who filled it with matches when it was empty. My Mammy and all of my aunts and uncles drew a match from it. (At least that is how I imagine it in my mind.) This makes the match holder invaluable to me.
This match holder is a link to my past. I added it to the mantle this evening where it will happily sit and I will now be the one to pull the matches from it to light an early morning fire. I will be the one to restock the matches when it is empty. I will do these things just like my Papa and Granny did many years ago and everytime I touch it, I will lovingly think of them. And that is a beautiful thing.