The wonderful Kelli over at "There's no place like home" has started this friday feature, here's what she had to say:
Welcome to Show and Tell Friday!" Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, a new antique find, an old love letter. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there's a story behind your special something, that's even better!
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So I'm going to tell you about something that brings a smile to my face and wonderful warm fuzzy feelings to my heart. This is my bread bag. I know, who uses bread bags nowadays???
But growing up I remember there was always one present in the house and before I left South Africa to move here to the States, I was given this one and I just LOVE it. It's not new, it's an old family one, it has the random fabric yellow stain that you find on old material and you can see that the stitching is very old.
As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, this bag was used at home in Mozambique, which makes it definitely very old, at LEAST 32 years old.
The word on the front says "Pao" which means Bread in portuguese.
I remember growing up, my greatgrandmother would take the bag and head on out to the bakery, bright and early. She would come home and the smell of warm out of the oven bread just permeated through the house. I remember going to the bag, opening it and just staring at the wonderful portuguese bread that awaited me. The rolls were my favorite, so I would grab one of those for a snack.
Everytime I look at the bag, it reminds me of my wonderful childhood, and who doesn't like having those great memories around huh?