The Oldest Thing I Own – Not Including Myself

The answer to this topic was not obvious when I read my email from WordPress’ “The Daily Prompt” last week.  I thought I had an answer but now I am not so sure.

My First Thought

My first thought was the red, orange and yellow glass vase. Each color blends into the other and is wrapped with burgundy horizontal lines reminiscent of twine.

Mom found this vase after cleaning out Uncle Odie’s house after he moved to heaven. Various relatives had custody of the vase through the years and then one day the vase moved in with me.  The vase then became known as “Uncle Odie.”  No matter where we lived, he was displayed in a prominent place.

My “Uncle Odie” and I have lived in Texas and Ohio.  Once day Mom’s cousin “D” asked her what happened to that ugly old vase from Odie’s.  Mom said “It is in Texas with Michele.”  Cousin “D” was surprised to find it was still around and that someone wanted it.

Then one day “Uncle Odie” and I moved back to Ohio in hopes of making a fresh start after the savings and loan I worked for went belly-up.  We did find our fresh start back here in Ohio with Joe.

“Uncle Odie” looked great sitting on the entertainment center when Joe and I lived in our apartment, because we had Mom and Dad #2’s orange couch and love seat with dark brown wood arms.

Through the years he has been dressed up with bandanas to coincide with Christmas and Easter.  Silk daisies, roses, fall foliage have over-flowed from him throughout the years.

“Uncle Odie”  and his wonderful citrus colors are now on top of my china cabinet so he is out of this klutz’s way. It would be just my luck that he would break and I would find out “Uncle Odie” was my rich uncle.

After deciding “Uncle Odie” was the oldest thing I owned, I remembered my maternal grandmother’s cedar chest.  It dates back to the 1920’s and I do not know the age of “Uncle Odie” but I suspect he is at least as old as “Grandma.”


Joe and I got “Grandma” when we moved into our apartment shortly before our marriage.  She is about 3 feet long reddish in color with brass plates on the front and back panels in the bottom corners.  She also has brass lock and hinges.

When Grandma had the chest it was at the end of the bed in the guest room and held various blankets.  When it moved in with Joe and me it served as a coffee table.  Now it is in the little nook area of my living room and contains afghans and comforters.  On top of it is the case that holds the flag which draped Dad’s urn at his funeral. There are also various family pictures and a white silk orchid flower arrangement next to the flag case.

Once Rommie moves in with Joe, “Grandma” will once again become a coffee table. For now, Rommie needs the space on the blue, multi-colored floral rug to roll around on.  I like to think she is practicing her snow angel making technique, but I think she is just using the rug as a napkin.

Those are the two oldest things I own.  Although I get the feeling I missed something – oh yes, the corner cupboard in the living room.   😉