As a young child, as many of you well know, I was obsessed with handbells. So, naturally I became obsessed with any kind of bell that I could get my hands on. I would ring the bells and pretend that I was in the handbell choir. I know that it drove my family nuts but oh well. There are worse things I could have been obsessed with! And this little brass bell is no different. She belonged to Grandmother and had different homes throughout the house when I was a child. Sometimes in the den, sometimes in the living room. But she was always there. She is only about 3 inches tall if that and quite heavy for being so small. Solid brass. And by the outfit she's wearing, it looks like she's an Elizabethan or Tudor period. Not that she's that old, but that's what her dress reminds me of. I love this little bell and love that it has a place in my home. Ah, good memories.
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