About 6 x 9"
The original print, not a scan or copy.
Perfect for framing.
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"My mother tells me that when I was born, not a soul was more delighted than my grandfather, Chester. He dreamed of having a new little girl to help raise, now that his own daughter was a grown woman. In an era that seemed to be a completely different lifetime, Chester and his wife had raised their daughter, my mother, and in the rural area of Pennsylvania where the family lived, girls wore dresses and socks with lace, attended secretarial school, and grew up abiding by their Betty Crocker cookbooks. With my introduction into the world, my grandfather made sure things were different, for now it was thirty years later, and in the time that had passed, the ideas that he had once held so high seemed foolish. While my mother and grandmother would have preferred that my toddler self wear party dresses and hold tea parties with my imaginary friends, I instead found myself spending summer afternoons outside in shorts and a yellow bucket cap, enlisted as my grandfather’s personal assistant. The man kept me on his lap while mowing the lawn, allowed me to help him take care of the dogs, and taught me the name of every tool in his garage, from the ballpoint hammer to the phillips screwdriver. By August, I was covered in suds from helping to wash rugs outside, could identify the leaves on the plants in the garden, and had a nice little ant farm establishing a colony in an old mason jar. My grandfather made certain that I could hold my own outdoors.
Outside of my grandparents' home were placed two old logs that had been turned into stools, and the two of us, my grandfather and I, spent countless hours on those logs, eating watermelon slices and banana popsicles. I have incredibly warm recollections of those summer nights, and although nothing specific or memorable ever occurred, aside from maybe the accidental dropping of my popsicle on the ground every so often, these are the most vivid and heartwarming memories I have from childhood. What fascinates me most in life are the tiny details that we pull out of mundane events and for me, I remember sitting on those two stools and several feet away, there existing a door that led into my grandparent’s attached garage. And right next to that door, on the opposite side of where we sat, an old faucet came out of the brick wall. We would hook up a hose to that faucet to wash the rugs, to wet down the dogs, and to spray one another on humid days. I can’t tell you how many windows the house had, or what color the carpet was in the bedroom, but I can tell you that that faucet was right there, next to the door. Just like us.
My grandfather passed over ten years ago, and I haven’t thought about these memories for years. This morning, I stumbled upon your Etsy page by chance, and when I saw the Metaphor Pin, featuring a faucet, all these thoughts came rushing back to me and I’m certain I felt my heart swell. I’m not sure yet of the object on which I’m going to place the pin upon purchasing it, but you can be certain that it’s going to be an item I use often."
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