Glass Bluebird Keepsake

I surveyed the rooms of my own home, starting in our sunroom where three glass bluebirds were perched upon a south-facing window sill. They were gifts from my mother-in-law, Margaret Cooney Nagle, who collected little glass birds and placed them on her own window sills behind veils of white, wispy, floor-to-ceiling sheers. The vintage birds transformed rays of afternoon sunshine into brilliant prismatic beams and cast their rainbow bands against the sheetrock walls. To me, the whimsical birds were more than colorful knickknacks. They were reminders of Margaret and our visits to my in-law’s home.

Everyone has a keepsake, and every keepsake has a story to tell. What's yours?

Photo by Misty Wheeler