My Nana, my mother’s mother, Helen (Coyle) Gardner, moved from New York City to a little house in the country. I have a couple little items from that house.
This heavy metal key was one of her door keys. When I was little it was larger than my hand. I didn't know anyone else who had such an interesting key. I can picture her standing on her front stoop, head bent as she turned the key in the lock and then dropped it into her handbag. Then my mother would steady her mother's arm as we all stepped off the stoop and climbed into our station wagon to take Nana to her doctor's appointment or shopping.
Nana’s house had no close neighbors. There was a farm up the road and beyond that was the cemetery. Because she was rather isolated she had a string of bells attached to her front door. They jingled prettily when we opened the door. This brass bell was one of those bells and it reminds me of many happy visits to my Nana.
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