Sunday, December 19, 2010


Welcome Through My Back Door. It is almost Christmas and many of us have been  been so busy decorating, cooking, shopping and entertaining, that often we say, "It is so much work and it comes and goes so fast, etc". It doesn't have to be that way. It is too often we have ourselves to blame as we want it all to be perfect. We want it to be perfect for all those we love and hold dear.  The decorating was finished early this year, shopping done,entertaining over,except for the most important people, my family, who will all be here on Christmas Day, and some cooking to be done, but with all that said, it has left me time to reflect. Like a lot of you, several people I love won't be coming Through My Back Door this year. In fact a lot of them haven't been through it in years. A few weeks ago  I was given the most wonderful gift. It doesn't look like much and some of you will think that old thing. However it is most special to me. It is THE MIRROR.
You see this mirror once held the reflection of lots of people who no longer  come Through My Back Door.

My daddy had  several brothers and sisters, who in turn had children, my cousins. They were the only cousins I had. My grandparents were far from wealthy. My grandma, nannie, as we called her was a little bitty woman, who could not read nor write. My papaw was a big man and could absolutely squeeze your breath out with one of his bear hugs.Oh how my cousins and I loved those two. Many years they had no inside bathroom, and this is where the mirror comes into play. It hung on the back porch, it was screened in. and below it was a bench with a wash pan and a water bucket. My aunts combed their hair, washed their faces and fixed themselves up, looking in this old mirror. My papaw shaved and combed his hair looking in this old mirror.My daddy combed his hair and probably thought about how handsome he was in this old mirror. After my uncle put them an inside bathroom in, they closed in the back porch, because you had to go through there to get to the bathroom. A new medicine cabinet hung in the new bathroom, but the old mirror still hung on the back porch. I remember looking in that old mirror, as do all my cousins I am sure. It was just a fixture hanging on that porch we all took for granted.
A few weeks ago my Aunt Annie, who is very special to me, gave me THE MIRROR. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to get to be the keeper of this treasure. I vow not to ever be sad when I look at this old mirror, but to think instead of the reflections it once held. I will always treasure it just as I do the memories of the people it saw.  Now do you see it isn't just an old mirror, but THE MIRROR of memories past.
I ask each of you to join me this year in not being sad because some of our loved ones no longer Come Through Our Back Doors, but to be thankful they once did and their memories still do. Lets embrace the loved ones we still have and make every moment count. 
Thank you so much for Coming Through My Back Door the last several weeks. I am so humbled that you read my little blog  and for the friendships we have developed.

This is my beautiful Aunt Annie, who I am thankful still comes Through My Back Door  where life is good.
I want to leave you on lighter note. This is the sweet rottweiller who lives Through My Back Door singing I Wish you a Merry Christmas.
I do too.


  1. Betty,
    What a beautiful post. I have tears. Words spoken from your heart to all of us. What a wonderful treasure of the past for you to have in your home. May we all remember our family and friends, past and present not only during the holidays but all throughout the year. I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year. ~Sarah~

  2. Like Sarah, I too have tears! I will never look at a mirror the same way again. My son (Lili's dad) has a very old one that was in our family and I am going to send him a link to this post. He will get it and appreciate it - he appreciates family very much.

    I always say we are allowed to get on the pity pot once in a while but only as long as it takes to do our business and then we must get off! I did that today (got off the pot)thanks to the many kind friends and bloggers like you who lift me up! I am so glad you started blogging Betty. At a time when I thought I couldn't add one more to my favs, I am so glad I did! Every post is a joy!
    Have a wonderful Christmas with those loved one who do come in through your back door and with the memory of those who can't. Many hugs!

  3. Betty...We have to be kindred spirits! Unreal that our posts today was about the same things/people...I love yours today and what a story about the mirror....I like the other ladies were in tears but good ones....I will remember this forever....Blessings to you and your family....Merry Christmas!

  4. Betty, thank you for sharing this wonderful post. I too am the keeper of my grandmother's mirror. I will never look at it the same again.

  5. What a great post, it teared me up too. Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  6. Betty,
    I have been enjoying your blog these last few months, but today's post was the best! You are certainly an amazingly positive person to find such significance in owning THE MIRROR. Sometimes those memories of the past can be hard to remember. Thank you for helping me recall happy times with family and friends I have loved tonight.

  7. Betty, what a loving tribute! I sure enjoy hearing about the people that are near and dear to you. Life is always evolving and sometimes it's nice to sit back and recall the "good old times". I am glad that your Aunt decided to give the mirror to you! I think she knew that you would really appreciate it.
    Reflecting helps keep things in perspective, thank you for sharing!

  8. What a beautiful post! I love your description of it! Bless you and yours this Christmas!
    Thank you for starting a blog, I enjoy your posts very much!

  9. oh Momma, Thanks for lifting my spirits, I love you!

  10. What a beautiful post and tribute to ones gone on...I will never look at a mirror quite the same again...MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and your family!!!~~hugs,Jen

  11. I love this post! I too have an old mirror that was given to me when I was maybe, 10 yrs. old
    at the time, I'm not sure. It belonged to my
    Dad's Aunt Rachel, grandma's sister. It has an
    oak frame and the glass is beveled. I need to get it out and hang it on the wall, just so I can wonder who all looked in this mirror! Oh, how I wished I had put the date on it, when
    she gave it to me...I will cherish it always, like you do yours! Thanks for sharing your wonderful story. Have a Merry Christmas!

    Bear Hugs~Karen

  12. Betty, It is a beautiful post and very heart felt. I am happy I can call you friend,when Ken and I move down your way I will be stopping in for tea and cookies!!!'Merry Christmas Betty
    and Prim Blessings,


    I can just see your Nannie and Pawpa and all the kids in that little back entry - you painted a beautiful memory.
    I wish all of us had something from our grandparents to remember them by besides the memories because these items spark those memories.

    Your Aunt Annie is a beautiful lady and there is a very strong family resemblance there.

    Thanks for visiting my blog and always leaving nice comments.

    I Cherish my friends and you are one of them - almost one of the first 'chat' back and forth friends from my website after you ordered from me. THANK YOU.


  14. Oh My!! Well now you've done it! lol
    Paybacks for the shell post you always talk about! Tears but tears I will thank you for!
    That is a great way to look at things(situations) when certain someones' can no longer come through the door! Funny how certain things in our lives become more than just things!! If everyone would stop and think of one thing that means more than just it's intended purpose....we would all have a gift to ourselves!!

    So glad we are friends!! When we talk on the phone it's like I've known you forever and I can't wait to come through your back door! Tennessee will never be the same! haha

    Have a wonderul holiday with that great big family of yours!

  15. Hey Betty, I loved this blog. My best neighbor ,Billie, no longer comes through my door. I have a beautiful rocker that her 5th great grandpa made and it is a blessed reminder of a beautiful person and many beautiful times.

  16. I can't remember where I got my candy canes,
    but I know where you can get the same ones.
    Brenda of
    has them for sale in her ETSY shop. Just
    click on her shop name on the ETSY window,
    on her side bar. Merry Christmas!

    Bear Hugs~Karen

  17. There is one of those Warm Fuzzy Memories I talked about in my post. Those Memories are what lightens our hearts and creates the circle of life we all live.
    When we are young and collecting memories I don't think we realize how much those memories will mean to us when we get older and our Aunt Annies give us something special like the Mirror. What a wonderful blessing you have hanging on your wall. Everytime you look in it you will be blessed with a visit from days gone by and people who warmed your heart. You are a very lucky lady!!
    So glad you came to visit my post come back often..and Thank you for nice comments.

    Holiday Blessings

  18. What a wonderful blessing! I have my dad's old mirror he used when he shaved. It is so precious to me. Thanks for sharing the wonderful memories and blessings! I so loved your post! Blessings to you!

  19. Betty
    I am a little behind! just getting caught!

    What a wonderful post, so enjoyed the memories behind the mirror, I could visualize it as I was reading it!
    Your Aunt,a very pretty woman!

  20. betty forgive me i am the slowest bloger in blog world , every thing as always is beautiful and your family so darling
    as i look at your pictures i feel warm and think to myself what a wonderful life my friend

  21. Betty... what a lovely memory that mirror is! I LoVe the Mirror and the history that goes with it. I am just now going back into your older posts and having the time of my life:)
    Warm hugs...Marg


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