To some she is just a forgotten piece of hardware from the Old School House.
All rusty and corroded. . . she’s a relic of the past.
Her handle is scratched, dented, tarnished and worn. . .
But I can’t help wondering how many little hands have turned
that school handle since 1881.
Ruined beyond repair this old Escutcheon Plate has been discarded.
To me she is a beauty. . .
with her chippy, yellowing paint and rusting exterior.
Once. . . more than 120 years ago,
they would have been all shiny and new
at the entrance of that school house.
In a little country town not far from here
the Old School House still retains all the charm of her ancestry. . .
minus the rusty door hardware!
They may have been discarded. . . but are not unwanted.
For now these old locks, door plates and escutcheon's live with ME,
which just goes to show . . .
one mans trash is another mans treasure!
I’ll be sharing my vintage treasures at this week’s link parties and with these friends: French Country Cottage, The Vintage Farmhouse, 36th Avenue, Clean and Scentsible, Live Laugh Rowe, The DIY Dreamer, Tutorials, Tips & Tidbits – Stone Gable, Transformation Thursday, Be Inspired Friday at Common Ground.