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.