As I was putting away the Ren clothes for the season, I came upon a gift I received a long time ago. Being a military brat, I saw my relatives rarely throughout the years. Of all of them, I fondly remember my Great Grandmother on my father's side the most. She had a two story, wrap around porch victorian house on a hill in Illinois. Every time we visited, she greet us with open arms and a huge smile though she was blind from Type I Diabetes and couldn't hardly walk. My family would sleep scattered throughout the rooms at night. I remember that there was a string that ran the length of the bathroom so she could turn on or off the light no matter where she was. (Being a child, this was really cool to me.)
Not long before she passed, when I was in High School, I got a package from her in the mail. In it was a quilt that she had made me. At the time I thought it was funny looking, but now I find it beautiful. Though I have never actually used it because she wrote my name on it, and I don't want it to wash off, this quilt is among my prized possessions. Especially since I am now becoming more interested in similar crafts. So in remembrance of Grandma Foster, here some of her beautiful handiwork as I wish she could have seen it.
1 comment:
What a sweet remembrance. If you wanted to be able to wash and use this, you could always embroider over her handwriting. Just a thought.
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