Wednesday, November 30, 2005
My Grandma
My Grandma made me a quilt. Each piece is either a hexagon or pentagon (I would go look, but I would wake up the girls). I remember being with her when she was cutting and piecing this quilt when I was a little girl. Each piece of material is from clothing that was made by her, for herself, for me, for my mom, for my dolls. This quilt brings back a lot of nice memories. The back side is a pink rose material; this is the same material as the curtains that still hang in my bedroom at my mom's house. In one way, my life goals are directly influenced by her. One of my greatest desires is to continue her sewing heritage. She sewed and loved others through her sewing. That is my goal, too. Happy Birthday, Grandma
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How very sweet of you to remember your grandma. Like all human beings, she certainly had her foibles, ill tempers, and bad moments. But, her goodness, kindness, generosity, and love for her family is still evident in everything that was hers.
That's why I cherish so much all her kitchen utensils and dishes that I "rescued" when we were closing up their house after her death and moving grandpa to an apartment. I know that at one time or another she handled the item with love and cooked something for her family in a loving manner.
I hope that after I'm dead and gone you and your brother will cherish not only grandma's things, but also mine, in the same manner. Maybe you can hand down some of the stories that I'm telling everyone now.
10-4, Good Buddy!
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