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In which she found our rattle

rattle

See this rattle? Well, actually that’s not quite accurate. I guess I should have said “see this picture of a rattle?”

Let me tell you a story about that. As you may (or may not) recall, I was just up in Vermont visiting my inlaws. As I was sitting there with Allison, she was digging through a basket that’s next to her chair, and she pulled something out that was wrapped in some fabric.

Allison: Lynn, this is yours
Me: mine? What is it?
Allison: it’s a sterling silver rattle
Me: a sterling silver rattle?
Allison: it was one of your kids rattle

Now keep in mind that my “baby” is 19 years old so the last time any one of them used a rattle must have been at least 18 years ago. That’s a really, really long time.

Me: how did you get it?
Allison: I found it after one of your kids visits
Me: well Allison, that’s really great but none of my kids actually uses a rattle anymore
Allison: well, I thought perhaps you’d like to keep it for your grandchildren
Me: is there a name on it?

Thinking that perhaps there was since it was sterling silver. I mean, I’m sure I never bought a sterling silver rattle although I do remember we had one therefore I’m assuming it was a gift … hence the name or initials.

Allison: no
Me: are you sure?
Allison: I’ll polish it up and then we can see

 

And then she promptly wraps it back up and puts it in her basket.

 

Me: Allison, it’s a good idea so I’ll take the rattle. After all, if you found it 18 years ago (at least) and kept it in the basket perhaps I should take it with me.

 

And that’s how I found myself traveling home with a long-lost sterling silver baby rattle. By the way, there was no name or monogram on it. I think it was Andie’s although it could have been Daniel’s. It definitely wasn’t Keely’s rattle. How do I know? There lived in Delaware when Keely was born and moved after she was past the rattle stage.

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5 Comments

  1. Jester Queen
    February 28, 2013

    Oh that’s awesome. Between the Panini machine and the silver rattle, your Mom in law rivals ME for absent mindedness

    • Lynn
      February 28, 2013

      I have never met anyone like that in my entire life…18 years with a rattle

  2. Julie
    February 28, 2013

    I love how she just keeps putting things off. The panini press didn’t get cleaned and the rattle went back into the basket (however you rescued it).

    • Lynn
      February 28, 2013

      i know right??? she’s hysterical

  3. Cara Lyn Erickson
    February 28, 2013

    I did not know Sterling Silver rattles existed.

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