Happy Wednesday dears! I hope this day finds you all happy and well! Since Jessica finished her Hope Chest series, we have received multiple requests for the rest of us to share our Hope Chests, and the treasures found inside them. Well, today my dears, your request will be answered. This day marks the beginning of my, Brigid’s, Hope Chest series! I think the only proper way of starting such a series would be to address the main focus point, that is, the chest (or chests, in my case) itself. So that is what I am going to do!
Sitting at the end of my bed are two trunks. One is a late 19th century steamer trunk, which, to be honest, has seen better days. This, my dears, is my beloved Hope Chest. Even with all of its cracks, worn edges, and fragile seams, I still love it, and wouldn’t have it any other way. On top of that trunk is a cunning little chest of I know not what origin (most likely it is a modern reproduction piece) that holds all of my dolls from the days in which I was an amateur doll-maker, before I switched directions to become a dressmaker.
The Chests Themselves
So, this is the steamer trunk that is my main hope chest. Its worn and battered wood tells the stories of multiple travels. I wonder who owned and used it back in the day? Was it a humble girl from the Ohio valley, traveling with all of her belongings to a nearby state? Or was it a foreigner taking a journey of freedom to this country of ours? I suppose I will never know, but it’s nice to wonder, isn’t it? And it’s delightful to think that this beautiful, sturdy old piece still has a purpose of holding my hopes and dreams for a future that is yet to come.
A Peek Inside
For today, you only get to see the surface of what each of my trunks hold. I’ll get into more detail as the series goes on. So for now, just gaze, ponder, and guess at what might be beneath the surface.
The underside of the lid of my trunk is padded with what is most likely canvas and wool batting, and then is latticed with ribbon and tacks. The ribbon is so fragile in places, but it is still sturdy enough to hold the memorabilia I have tucked away in its strands. There are pictures of strangers from over a century ago, cards from a birthday gone by, and little pieces of artwork either myself or my sisters created.
My Hope Chest might look quite unorganized to some of you, but have you ever tried fitting everything from table linens to tea-pots, to muffin tins and old clothes and shoes in a chest? It can be quite hard to get it all nice and neat looking! Maybe at the end of this time of rummaging through, and pulling out pieces to share, it will look better, but then again, maybe not. Sometimes things just are a humble-jumble in life, right? It’s like memories. They get all mixed up and hazy, but you still treasure them regardless of if you remember every little detail, and where they belong in time and space. So I guess in the end you could say that my Hope Chest really is a reflection of me. A gatherer of things from days gone by, a treasurer of hopes of years to come, with a little wear and tear around the edges, but still joyfully moving on through Him who gives me hope.
Do you have a Hope Chest?
What type of Hope Chest would you have? New, old, or somewhere in between?
If you have any questions, please ask them! I am here to answer.
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer