Treasures in the Cedar Chest

Posted by on May 29, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Treasures in the Cedar Chest

One day last week I cleared the clutter off the cedar chest and carefully laid aside the hand crocheted tablecloth “made especially for you by Juanita Bradley”—Bruce’s aunt. I lifted the lid. I was on a mission.


I pulled out the blankets that were tucked on top of the treasures and started poking through the years of mementoes. First I discovered a pink dress, the one I wore forty years ago today when my daddy married Dortha Onstott and we were no longer a motherless family. It was a good day. I had been carefully measured just a few weeks before the wedding. But, as is apt to happen with a young girl somewhere right around my twelfth birthday, just four weeks before the wedding I grew an inch or two. Oh well. I loved the dress anyway!

 1974 (1) Marvin & Dortha Wedding

“There’s my nursing cap.” I pointed to the flattened white hat, unbuttoned for easy storage. I first wore it thirty years ago this coming December. It doesn’t seem possible that I have been a nurse for almost thirty years. Where did those years go?


“What is that?” Bruce pointed to a piece of oriental material.


“My kimono”, I said. I explained that when we were little a young Japanese lady who lived with my parents for a time gave them to Cheryl and me as a gift. I don’t remember Yoko, and I don’t remember wearing the kimono, but I’ve always treasured the little gift because my mother did.


Finally, I discovered what I was searching for, a bright flowered piece of material. A sun bonnet, Laura Ingalls Wilder style.


One summer, when we lived in North Platte, Nebraska my mother had sun bonnets made for my sister and me. I think she got one too. There was a big event in town, something to do with Nebraskaland Days I believe, and she wanted us to have them to wear. The great thing about them is that unbuttoned they make a little apron. I was so excited about mine I could hardly wait. I loved the colors. But then, the day arrived and we had to wear them. The shine wore off my excitement right quick. You see, I’m kind of like Laura I guess. I didn’t like feeling hot. I didn’t like having something tied under my chin. I felt trapped. Before long the thing was hanging on my back, much to my mother’s dismay.


So, why did I unearth the bonnet? Well, it’s like this. On June 7th the curb market, a local hand-made craft and produce fair here in Hendersonville, NC is having their semi-annual “Old-Timey Day.” I have been invited to bring my books and set up a table. So, I thought to myself, why not? I’ll dig out that old bonnet and iron it up. I’ll put it on and then I can look the part.

 bonnet photo

Buy me now!

Buy me now!

I’m delighted to have something that my mother bought for me to wear to this event. But, I’m wondering. . . how long do you think it will stay on my head?

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  1. Barbara Evers

    Miriam, I love that you still have that bonnet, but I bet it might last 16 minutes. I know hats are supposed to keep the sun off and help us stay cool, but I’m with you. They’re too hot to wear. Let it dangle down your back. It will still add to the charm.