I came across this Old Tin at a neighborhood sale about a month ago. It was half buried under a bunch of placemats, and it is not unusually bright, so I wonder how I even noticed it. And I am not all that enamored with Tins to begin with. They take up a lot of room in the cabinet, they make noise when moved around, and just overall, not an item I am drawn to.
But for some reason, I love this tin. It is old, but there are lots of old tins out there. I finally discovered what it was. The Birch Trees by the Lake. Reminded me of Wisconsin and all of the summers that were spent on Star Lake. A beautiful Lake surrounded by Birch Trees. My sister and I used to peel little pieces of birch bark off one of the trees and use it as paper to write home to our friends.
These birch trees were the real deal, not the river birches you see as part of landscapes nowadays. These were what I call Canoe Birch Trees, the kind the American Indians would use to make canoes.
Not sure who the lady would be in the skirt and sweater waving to us on the Tin. Another oddity, there are no mountains in Wisconsin. But when having a major memory flow, you can overlook little things like mountains and strangers in the picture. I have had the Tin in my kitchen for 3 or 4 weeks now, I am ready to let it go and have put it in my Etsy shop. Maybe you can figure out who the woman is.