The Moon in the Suncatcher

My grandmother recently moved out of her large ranch home and into assisted living. Last winter was especially difficult for her.  Even for a fully functioning adult, it's lonely when the snowdrifts cover the cornfields in Iowa.

This fall has been full of preparations.  Most of them focused around the pragmatic issues of how - exactly - one reduces 2000+ sf of life's belongings to 800sf.  We've inherited a couple sentimental items in the process.

One item is this suncatcher.  I hung it above the kitchen sink in our house, just as my grandmother had hung it above her kitchen sink.  Noah asked me, "why is there a MOON in a SUNcatcher?"

Isn't is funny the way our minds categorize things?  When I saw the suncatcher design, my first thought was: When was the moon one of a dozen popular kitsch designs?  The 80s?  The 90s?  Is this retro yet?

A better question: When did my thinking become too complicated to see simple connections (or contradictions)?