Remember last Saturday when I encouraged you to pull out some old memorable things from the back of the closet, and set them out and enjoy them? Well, I dove back in and drug out some other old boxes and tins of my grandma's. . And look what I found!
Do you see that the thread ball is still attached to the doilie? Someone was making this and then stopped for whatever reason. It had to be either my Mom or her Mom. They were the crocheters and quilters.
And now look at this lace. I didn't realize my Mom did this. (I have a girlfriend who makes lace, and I have watched her and it seems to be quite tedious.) But back in the 40s when money was tight and you wanted something pretty, you made it.
My Mom's family had a dairy farm up in Sumas, Washington, and it didn't make them rich, but it kept a car in the garage and a roof over their heads. All the produce was "put up", hours upon hours of canning and making "sauce" and jams and jellies. They grew all their food. And butchered all their meat. And made all their clothes.
I dearly wish this half-made doilie and this bit of lace could talk. After we lose someone we love I know we all wish "if I could have just one hour, or one more day with them .. . " but that wouldn't be enough. I could probably publish journals of questions that I have for my grandma and my Mom. She died when I was 23 and I lost my Mom 10 years ago. Oh to sit down with the two of them together NOW - knowing what I know now. My golly that would be a fun day!
Anyway, I've enjoyed my reminiscing. And it means so much to know they were the ones whose hands made these lovely things. What do you think? Should I send the doilie off to my friend Joy to complete? Or leave it the way it is . . . knowing Grandma touched it last? If it were yours, what would you do? Let me know!
That's all for now . . . it's a busy week. My hats off to those of you who are able to post almost every day. Where do you find the time?
Have a great evening and thanks for visiting!