A Rabbit Tale

Walking into a thrift store is always inspiring for those adventurous at heart. Curiosities beacon us in to a world of unexpected treasures. I recently experienced this on my quest for small bottles and jars to paint; my latest artistic stress release.

I gingerly inspected each piece and marveled at the simplicity and abundance this little shop embraced. I made a few purchases and then decided to browse through the back room. As my eyes scanned the shelves with the precision of a archeologist, I saw it!

A small statue of a rabbit was sitting confidently on the shelf. I recognized it immediately. My mother had two similar rabbits and they were a staple at every Easter celebration since my early years. I had never seen one ‘in the wild!’

This example of Nepoware had survived fifty years without a scratch or blemish. Who had been its owner? How far had it traveled? What celebrations had it witnessed? Had it been adored as my mother’s rabbits still are?  I knew I had to buy it. It was waiting for me and I guess I had been waiting for it. Childhood memories of hunting for eggs with siblings and cousins were brought to me from this little rabbit and for that I am most grateful. I realized that possessions provide stability. I moved often growing up. Each house and new city was scary and sometimes unsettling. But by having familiar objects and traditions, I was soothed. Every year the rabbits would appear and I would feel comfort and love.

Memories are often held safely in the items we keep. Our homes are filled with things- t hings that are unique and precious. Our emotions wrap around each piece enveloping our thoughts of times long ago. May your day be filled with memories old and new!



Amy enjoys using poetic language to capture the essence of the ordinary. Her work has been published in Word-Dancers: The Poets of Southwest Florida and Florida Weekly.

(1) Comment

  • Kathy
    April 16, 2017 at 10:31 pm

    Nice! That rabbit was a great find!

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