This is what I just wrote on Instagram:
I found these two crates of fabulous flip-top jars at an estate sale a few months ago. Since I don't have a dishwasher, the time was never right to get them sterilized until today. As I am sorting and washing these glass jars with their beautiful labels of herbs, I am completely connecting to the woman who owned them before me. Looking at the herbs, how they were labeled (both common & latin names), and the little bit of residue in each of the jars, I know she is smiling now because she knows I found them. Sometimes I leave estate sales knowing that I was meant to go there and find the pieces that I buy, to carry on their magic for the previous owner.
I have had a little change in situation, so now I have time to sort through some of my treasures. At times, I get lucky enough to get the stories behind the pieces. I will begin sharing some of these with you who love a little history mystery :).
This particular estate sales was in a very affluent part of town. Houses were all built in the late '50's, early 60's. I really went to this one because I was "house nosy" (many of the estate sales I go to are solely for the house. Houses are my "thing" :)....I feel them, lol), and because a certain picture on the estate sale listing caught my eye. My mom was here visiting, and if I need a partner in crime, she is certainly it.
When we arrived, the house was already FULL of terribly stressed people and pretty emptied out. The pictures was gone, and I could not enjoy the house vibes because of all icky people energy, so I proceeded out the door through the garage. There was a mudroom stacked with junk and boxes. "LOOK DOWN HEIKE!" something said. I did. The boxes were FILLED with glass jars. A fellow jar hoarder. When I took a closer look, I saw there were lots of flip top jars, and if that was not enough, they were all labeled with herbs. Not cooking herbs, healing herbs. Ah, a fellow herb witch! I called my mother so loudly she came bounding from a back room, because NOTHING was going to make me move away from this treasure. As I began sorting the herb jars in new crates, interested people started engaging me.
I memorized the address. Nothing about this house said Herbal Witch, but those shelves sure did.
Thanks to Google and a little snooping, I found my witch. She was actually the wife of a Senator, and everything I found about her publicly was "Senator Wife". Fundraisers, banquets, foundations....there she was, smiling right at me :).
Poised & polished, but I can see that twinkle in her eye! In my mind, I see her as a talented healer, that people come to secretly. I can see her going into her garage, opening the closet to uncover rows & rows of beautfiul herbs! I have her in my little book of mysteries, maybe one day I can find someone who knew her personally and who will let the Witch out of the closet!