I see wooden salad bowls at thrift stores all the time.
Recently I found this wooden bowl.
I blogged about it and we all seemed to agree that it was not an antique “dough” bowl or “biscuit” bowl. That is what some people call them in the south. I think. Maybe it’s only me. Hmmmmm….better not quote me on that one, until I’m sure. : )
We have an antique “dough bowl” or “biscuit bowl”. It is really special because it was my husbands grandmothers and was constantly used and believed to be handed down from her mother.
This is his grandmothers “biscuit bowl”.
His bowl moves all around the house. It may hold fruit or vegetables in the kitchen. Season decor or dried flowers. I love this bowl and the history it represents.
He remembers spending a majority of his childhood at his grandparents farm. It was a working farm. One of the largest in the county and truly their source of survival. He would work the farm and his grandmother would always have huge “home-made”, like “home-made” down to killing the chicken in the front yard, kind of dinners and lunches for everyone who worked the farm. Big tables were spread out. Pitchers of lemonade and water were in abundance and home made biscuits were the norm. Workers and family ate together. Recently, an older business acquaintance shared a special story with my husband. He stated that he was from a share-croppers family. Share croppers, in that day and age, were the poorest of the poor.Â He stated that his family worked for my husbands grandfather and that some of his fondest memories were from those days. That on some mornings, if he had stayed late and slept there after working or was there when the children (my husbands father and siblings) were leaving for school, that the grandfather would tell them to all line up. He would include all the children in this line up. Share croppers children and his own. He would then give them each 10 cents for their lunches at school. He stated to my husband that this would many times be the only meal he would have. That he would always feel so special to be included like family and treated with respect. That was the man his grandfather was. My husband adored his grandfather and followed him everywhere. He would stay there a majority of his childhood nights as an “escape” from the stresses at home. His grandfather and grandmother were not “soft” or “mushy” people. They worked hard, they lived in tough times but they loved my husband. There was a time that they were visiting my husband at his home and he begged to go back home with them. His father, who was raising four children on his own, told him that he could not go with them. So, my husband took matters in his own hands and when no one was looking hid in the back seat of their car. When they pulled up to their farm, he jumped up and yelled, “Surprise”! Can you imagine the looks on their faces? They disciplined him for hiding in their car and took him back home. Back to where he would suffer for the fact that he had defied his fathers orders. He says he remembers to this day his grandfather bringing him home, telling him he had to stay there and pulling his father aside and giving his own fatherly order. “Don’t you touch that boy”. His father did not defy his fathers orders. His grandfather died when my husband was 14 and his grandmother shortly after. They left a void but also changed a boys life.
This bowl…this bowl…….
Not just a bowl. Not just an antique.
It represents to me a time and place where my husband became the man that he is.
How I wish I could have met these wonderful, tough, non mushy, loving grand parents.
So, yes, I love our “biscuit bowl” and it’s heritage will continue.
But back to my thrift store bowl with no story whatsoever.
I wanted to get your thoughts on this bowl before I changed it.
We all agreed…..not an antique.
So, it has been just sitting in the garage and it was time.
Want to see what a little paint could do with a thrift store wooden bowl?
I plan to play with it a little more but what a fun change. I sanded a bit to much on the side where it was painted and it is peeping through. I am actually going to darken this paint a bit and play with the color a tad.
Wouldn’t it be pretty with dried lavender for the spring? Wheat in the fall? Oranges? Lemons?
Get the picture?
What about these bowls that I picked up from Goodwill for $1.00 each.
I really like them as they are and use them for serving bowls for salads and for popcorn. Recently though a family member, that remains unidentified,Â put one in the dishwasher which dried it out and really made it ugly.
I may have to get out my paint brush again. I’m sure it would be pretty in green or red. Don’t you think?
How many times have you passed up those out of date salad bowls at Goodwill? Yardsales?
Maybe you should look at them twice.
Don’t you think?
This bowl may start it’s own story. Begin making memories for my children.
We can make the pieces in our home just decor or we can make them heritage pieces.
I like the heritage piece idea myself.
Like the painted bowl idea?
Could you see yourself using it somehow?
Seen these at thrift stores or yard sales?
What is your most treasured piece that you have because of the memories that it brings?
I would love to know.
I love hearing from you.
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