I have many little treasures in my house. Little somethings that bring me joy. Like this tiny spinning wheel.
My great-grandfather made this little treasure. He was quite handy with wood -- a furniture-maker by trade. This tiny spinning wheel was in my great-grandmother's room on a shelf when I was a little girl, and I always admired it. (The treadle works to make the wheel go round and round.) (This is the same great-grandmother who taught me to stitch. You know . . . the one who didn't blink an eye when I stitched my work to my skirt?)
When my great-grandmother died, the spinning wheel went to my dad. And when my dad downsized last year, it came to live with me.
I love seeing it there, on my bookshelf in my library.
Such a treasure!