Nested in an apple orchard on the outskirts of the town I grew up in is a wonderful little place called Gizdich Ranch. It is a working ranch with acres and acres of apple trees, and in the summer… berries… berries everywhere. You can take a picnic lunch or buy one there. You can sit in the yard filled with traditional red picnic tables or in the shade of an apple tree in a Tom Sawer whitewashed Adirondack chair. There is a hay bale tunnel and an old tractor to play on. Every day there feels like an eternal fourth of July picnic.It is the embodiment of the Americana that you see only in movies,.. or memories.
My favorite part of this place is the antique shop. Now mind you I love old things in general, because they have stories to tell and they give me a sense of permanence. Today I saw a gravy boat that was the same as one my mother had when I was growing up. The pattern on those dishes was unique and at the time I thought they were ugly, but not now. Now when I see that pattern, which is not very often, I feel the corners of my mouth turn slightly upward. I get the warm friendly feeling in my tummy, like the nightlight my grandmother used to keep on… small and soft and just for me
That little shop, in that old, old barn, with its unfinished wood floor worn smooth over the years takes me backward in time. It erases the traffic, the arguments and the doctor visits, the worries, the knot under my left shoulder blade and the heartbreaks of fifty one years. It reminds me of things that were once in my life but are now gone. I often think I would like to empty my house and start over again filling it with only the things that give me that feeling.