Category: Brocante
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A Gift my Mother Gave
My Mother and Aunt Marie used to go to the antique auctions when I was little. After dinner dishes were done, she would race off with a smile, high hopes written all over her face. A 1920s blue glass beaded…
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Crystal Clear
Many crystals reflecting light Sometimes knowing what we want strikes through us like lightening, our desire becomes pure and focused, our feet run steadily along the path… yet other times the light comes with the crash of thunder diffuses our…
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French Garden Frog
French Frog painted red carved in stone. The paint on this frog is old, though maybe not as old as the frog. When I bought the frog I didn’t think about how far away I had parked. Walking to my car…
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Christmas in France
French Christmas Traditions and the American Mother Careful to tradition, both French and American, I have set up the house for Christmas to enchant my children and soothe my soul. Prepared are the 13 desserts on a large pottery platter.…
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Time moves on and holds still
A 19th century painting of, “The Way They Were…” Time moves on and holds still. What will be remembered of us ? * Mem’ries,Like the corners of my mindMisty water-colored memoriesOf the way we wereScattered pictures,Of the smiles we left behindSmiles…
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French Christmas tradition, Santons
19th-century Provencal Santons The clay santons were not in the crèche. Worn from wear, but still holding on to their humble offerings, they were carelessly abandoned into a basket. Who would have guessed, that their starring role as “little saints,”…