Today I received a dusty box with pillow-laced and crocheted treasures. Some of them have been handed on for four generations in F's family, and from his grandmother's estate, they were now passed on to me. Such beautiful finds!
As a young girl, F's grandmother was a maidservant at Wanås Castle. She had to look after the children of the family and often told us about those steep and dark staircases up to the maidens rooms and how scared she was every evening when she had to go upstairs with just a candlestick in her hands. In the nights, when everyone was asleep, she could hear the wooden floors squeaking, as if someone was walking hither and thither, restlessly, every night.
I imagine that a few of these laces once have been stored in a heavy oak cabinet in the manor house at Wanås. Maybe they'll whisper me a little secret when darkness is falling, a secret about steep staircases, old wooden floors and nocturnal guests...
(or maybe, maybe, although Halloween never has been my holiday, I am about getting into a spooky mood ;-)