This is where my love all of things vintage started.
100 Chambers Street.
It’s the home which my great grandfather, Luther Cartwright, designed and built between 1914 and 1918. The home where my grandfather was born, my mom was raised, and two more generations came to visit.
It was a place where time stood still.
Where old furnishings and decor never changed.
Where love and acceptance were freely given.
It was a place where each Sunday the family gathered around a linen covered table, eating fried chicken, green beans, potato salad, and drinking sweet tea before sitting on the front porch watching the afternoon slowly drift by.
It was a place where fond memories were made….
And a place where laughter could always be found…
A place where the large maple trees out front were perfect for climbing.
It was a place of lazy days and idle chat, with Papa Bill rocking on the wide front porch while all of the grandkids piled onto the swing close by.
A place that always gave me a feeling of coming home whether I was a child coming for those weekly Sunday dinners or a college kid dropping in to say hi.
It’s the place where I still go in my mind when I get tired of the fast-paced rat race we now live.
So, when I come across a vintage egg beater, enamelware pans, old radios, or refrigerator bowls it brings me back to 100 Chambers Street.
To the things that were part of my grandparent’s every day lives. The things they touched, used, and loved.
To simpler times.
To fond memories.
To times I want to cherish and share with my own young boys.