Grandma with her oldest grand-grandson (my DS#1)
It is Monday again, and though I am happy to be home I am missing my parents and my Grandmother. Especially my Grandmother. She came to visit us each Monday while we were in Philadelphia.
So if I can not see her, at least I can write about her.
Before we left Philly DH, I and DS #1 went to visit Grandma. It was very lovely, we sat and we talked, DH was writing down some genealogical info that we were missing, we looked at the old photo album and tried to memorise who was who. We have also recorded some of her stories. I wish we could have done more, but Grandma gets tired very easily, and so we had to be careful not to overdo it.
We were able to take some pictures of the beautiful things she made over the years.
Remember the box with the cotton fishing line? Well, this is what she used to make from it:
Here is a small fragment of it. The trick is that it was crochet as a whole thing, not fragments that were put together later on. And no, I do not know how she did it. Each year my Grandma promises to tell me how… next year.
The beautiful pillows were also embroidered by my Grandmother. The top one, when she was a young woman looks like a tapestry they had on the wall in her childhood home.
The bottom one was done about 15 years ago. She liked a photo of a couch in Versailles. So she took a piece of paper and made a square grid 1 x 1 sm. Then she divided each square into four squares. Then she did it again. Just boggles the mind. And yes, she did it for fun.
The flower goes with the evening dress she made a while ago. And yes, she still wears it occasionally. Needless to say that the beading was also done by her.
And here is my Grandmother at the grand old age of 20. A mother and a wife, a devoted daughter. A hard worker and a person, who brought light anywhere she went.