The thing I liked most about my Grandma was that she was always doing something.
every week we'd go to visit, she'd be knee deep in the garden, picking berries, or hanging out the wash - wringer washer and clothesline, no washer and dryer for her no sir.
speaking of berries, every year she'd pick those impossibly small wild strawberries, and make a batch of 'wild strawberry jam' because it was my brothers favorite.
I can still remember her quilting frame taking up her whole sitting room, and her and her friends (a group called the willing workers?)sitting around it, each stitching a side.
That one of the thing that I have been wanting to make, a 4 strand (color) loom. Do I know how to make one?, I know the basics of how it works, its the room that a good sized one takes, that’s the problem. Other than that its all woof and weave. (thread and material)
"We 'Prep.' to live after a downfall, Not just to survive."
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"We 'Prep.' to live after a downfall, Not just to survive."
I learned to make the best bread and embroyder from my Gram.
It wasn't till I was much older and taking psychology though that I realized the biggest thing I learned was how to make people comfortable. She was known for her baking, quilting and embroydery in her little village up north. She didn't need a reason to give you her latest thing, she might just see you walking past her door & call you in, or hear you were having a rough time and walk to town to drop it off. She did things not becuase they looked right, just becuase they were right.
She's been in a nursing home for years. I was visiting after our last major power outage and I was joking with her about how I felt like I was living HER old days cooking on my woodstove and hauling water. I flippantly said you'ld love my house Gram and surprised myself by bursting into tears. I realized she would, and she'ld be so proud that I've got her legacy cupped in my hands. I so wish I had of paid more attention to some of the other things she tried to teach me, But every once in awhile I start doing something I have no reason to know how to do and figure it must be something I absorbed from one of grandparents stories.