flower bed bed

Before the impending birth of my husband, seventy five years ago, his parents purchased this Jenny Lind crib for him to rest his tiny body.  A few years later, his sister occupied the same space.  When our own three children were born, each of them had sweet dreams in this treasured bed.

Our children have since grown into adults and we’ve moved the crib with us four times since they were babies.  We knew it would never meet the standards for resale to another set of parents, but it was just too precious to part with.

We now live in a sweet little old farm house and have found the perfect use for it.  Now, what once held tiny babies, is home to flowers and trinkets from the past.  There are some things we hang onto, knowing we will use them again.  This is one of them.

It’s quite amazing that five children survived that crib.  According to today’s requirements for baby beds, this would seem to be an instrument of child abuse or torture.  At the time, it cradled precious lives and no one perceived they would harm anyone.

Though it gathered layers and layers of dust over the years, I’m so glad we can still look at it in our backyard.  We don’t always have to throw away the things that bring back great memories.  There’s always something to do with them.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Ahhhh, that is so cute! I have pieces of crib I use as a trellis and parts of a changing table out in the garden. I love the whimsy and the sentimentality of those things being out in the garden.


  2. says:

    Crap I hate trying to type on my phone. What I meant was things that carry knew that didnt you?


  3. back to our discussion on ones trash being a treasure—well here we have one’s treasure becoming a different sort of treasure… 🙂

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  4. Melissa Presser, Lover of Jesus says:

    I love this Kathy it is amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  5. I have a very small cast iron crib that my mom slept in. I was thinking of doing this same thing with it.

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