The pyrex crazy daisy butter dish always reminds me of my grandmother and her spartan, mid-century kitchen.

Funnily enough, it's a cookie jar for me, too! My grandma had a big yellow cupcake-shaped one on the counter and you could see it from the foyer when you entered the house, so it's the first thing I spotted every visit!

My grandma had an Engligh stoneware salt crock next to the stove that had a poorly painted red strawberry in relief on the side. The lid broke on it years ago and she replaced it with a cut glass one (odd combination, I know. My grandma never threw away/replaced ANYTHING that still had life in it.) We actually found the pieces of the lid hidden away in a kitchen cabinet when we were cleaning out her house. It was one of the things my older cousin got from the estate. I'm still searching for that salt crock in antique stores!

Yes - the primary colored pyrex bowls remind me of my grandmother. Some day, I'll buy a set for myself. Also, pie pans that have the directions for cooking different pies remind me of her too - I found 3 of them at a thrift store in Ventura and just had to buy them...

Mid century modern furniture reminds me of basements. Growing up in the 70s, everyone had new furniture upstairs, and the older furniture, the mid century modern, was deposited in the basement "rec" room where the kids played. So, consequently, I cannot really get into this style recurrence without thinking of someone's musty basement.

For me it's the old cake plates with the tin dome tops. My grandmother always had some delish treat or another hiding under that dome.

My grandmother had the same cookie jar! Awwww....Granny. Love you forever.

I recently saw in someone's house a common memory of my childhood in the early 70's; the fat mushroom motif; there was a cookie jar in off white and dark brown with a badly done overglaze, a salt shaker in harvest gold and dirty orange of a fat mushroom with some sort of mouse clinging to it, makes me think of the dining nook of the apartment I lived in at the time that had, I kid you not; brilliant orange and green wallpaper with a repeating print of cavorting hat-wearing mice combined with fat spotted mushrooms. That sort of cartoonish beyond loud, juvenile subject was not an uncommon sight back then and I seem to remember it being everywhere, sort of a horrible offshoot of the "nature-craft" movement that just lost it's way? Idk the reasoning behind it but glad it didn't last long. I'd still like to find a mushroom cookie jar, just in a better color combination.

Oh, most definitely! Growing up, I lived with my grandparents for several months at a time quite often. My grandma loved owls, and she had this particular owl picture hanging in her home. I see that exact owl picture at thrift stores all the time, and it always makes me smile.
She is passed away now and I am considering buying the owl picture next time I see one at a thrift store. It's actually an extremely 70s picture and appeals to my sense of kitsch... Hmm

I have my grandparents' candy dish -- one of those pressed glass ruby pieces with a lid that used to hold peppermint suckers, which I can't eat anymore since I used to eat them all the time as a kid.

Nothing in the kitchen...but a small red toy piano...It was a toy I loved and my mother hated. It 'disappeared' and I've never saw it again or since. :o(

My dad used to keep a kangaroo on his desk that held his pipe tobacco and a couple of other items. I couldn't believe it when I saw a similar one in "Pulp Fiction."

Plastic grapes (really)...
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A big round glass pitcher. It always reminds me of summers in Portland Oregon when I was growing up. If we were good, it would be filled with Kool-Aid!

All of these things sound good to me. I can imagine people experiencing all of these things. That's why I like old things...they just remind me of a time in America when-
we lived in small houses, our future was bright, we didn't have as much stuff but everything we needed, your friends loved you because of shared experiences and not that the things you owned signaled something to them about your economic status.

A few years ago I spotted the same mid fifties Zenith clock radio my folks bought back then; even have a picture of me dressed in a (50s suit) standing by it. It had a few flaws & had enough of a 'you don't need it; just enjoy the memories' small voice in my head that I passed. Still, it was a fun OMG moment. I do have my Grandma's small vintage Fiesta; none all that rare, but do know which pieces were hers vs other pieces.

Oh, definitely Franciscan apple dishes. I am lucky to have my mom alive and well, but I will always associate those dishes with eating at my childhood family dinner table.

Omigoodness rosekraft...I just had a flash vision of a footed milk glass fruit bowl in the middle of my parents' formica & chrome dinette table when I was a kid. And yes, it was overflowing with plastic grapes. We moved to a larger house when I was five, when my sis was born, & the bowl of grapes took up residence on top of the fridge. It disappeared 8 yrs later when my parents built a new home.

Three yrs ago, while clearing out my parents' house after mom's death, sis reaches into the dark recesses of a lower corner cabinet (you know, the 'no man's land' where two banks of cabinets meet & things disappear). She passes up to me this thing covered in dust & cobwebs, held precariously between thumb & forefinger & says with a shudder, "Ugh, this can go straight to the thrift store pile.". That footed milk glass fruit bowl has been in a box in my bedroom closet ever since.

My parents received it as a wedding gift. Right now I'm thinking, "What better time than Thanksgiving to put it back into circulation?" After 40 yrs in the desert it will have a place of honor on my Thanksgiving table.

I think I'll fill it with grapes.

As pictured, my apple sugar bowl!!! I've had it for years and years, would feel lost w/o one.

My grandparents had 2 art deco tea service sets that you see in art history books. Art deco glassware, toaster, and other stuff. When I see photos of those things I am transported back to their home in Massachusetts, and I'm 9 years old again. Sadly, most of it was lost in a fire.

My mom has these old Ballonoff tin canisters that are various sizes and are labeled flour, sugar, tea, and coffee. I loved them so much throughout my childhood, and my mom still uses them for their intended purpose.
There's also one that says "candy," and my mom always has a little stash somewhere...Generic winter holiday shopping: done.

My grandmother taught me to make raspberry jam when I was a little girl, and I still get a little warm fuzzy when I see Sure Jell and Mason jars.

My mother had bright shiny metal square tins labeled sugar, flour, coffee and tea, with a matching bread box and aluminum foil/wax paper holder. It was a wedding present to them and the height of chic in the 50's.

Just last month I went to eBay to get an Ohio Art Co. Pennsylvania Dutch style recipe box like the one my mom had (which she apparently gave my brother permission to paint over at some point ...).

Eames shell side chairs and the Eero saarinen white tulip table, along with a lot of other mid-century cues, bring me back to my paternal grandparents' house - the one house in my life that stayed in one place the longest (all the way until I was in my early 20s), and a place where some of my happiest childhood memories happened.