When I was in Tennessee last weekend, I found this jar of old marbles at a little country shop. I thought at once of a novel I love, Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood. If you haven’t read it, the protagonist’s brother buries a jar just like it in the mud next to a creek.
Anyway, I love that book so much I had to buy the marbles. I’m going to give them to my father as a kind of second birthday present. (He used to play with marbles as a boy, and a man at the store who was about his age identified them as the right decade.) I’m hoping that when he sees them, he remembers some little thing from his childhood.
Here’s a photo of the marbles up close. Don’t they look magical?
Here are a couple more photos from the trip: