Then my grand mothers.
Then my fathers.
And now mine...
This mirror first came to my attention when I was about 9 years old. My brother Eric and I made a secret fort in the attic of one of our barns. There was a ton of things stored there from my fathers parents place. We ran an extension cord up there and had a nice craftsman style lamp, radio, oriental rugs and pillows.
In one of the trunks there was this mirror.
--The frame is made of plaster and has taken a beating over the years. But I still love it.
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