I got these from grandma's house the day I went through it. These were always sitting on the dresser in the upstairs bedroom where I always stayed as a child. It seems that I always got stuck in the 'scary' room when there was a whole bunch of us visiting.
Why was it scary, you ask? Well there was an opening on the outside of the old chimney right next to the window. When you were trying to sleep the bats would fly in there and make noise. And if that wasn't enough, there was the closet with a curtain for a door and it didn't cover the shelf above. There was this old hatbox that sat up there. I just knew that when the lights went out and I was there by myself that my ancestors were going to come out of that closet and scare me to death! That would be a treat if it happened now ;)
Anyway, it took me a few years to realize that these neat decorations were bookends because they never held books. I am not sure if they were actually grandma's or if they belonged to one of my aunts. They were made in England and dad thinks that they could have been great-grandma's. I wish I knew more about them.
When I look at these bookends I feel comfort in reliving visits with grandma and the times I stayed there in my beloved Bear Lake County.