Monday, October 7, 2013
I recently purchased these antique owl andirons which were made between 1920-30. They are quite rare I have learned. As a kid I spent many enjoyable nights listening to stories, told in the twinkling light of owl andirons just like these that were owned by a mentor, now long time gone. In the warmth of the fire, through the cool autumn nights, the voices of story tellers who wove the measure of word in my youthful mind, are heard again and come alive for me.