remembering our loved ones...
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In the midst of cleaning my cellar, I found another project to do….. I came across a bag of handkerchiefs crocheted by my Great Grandmother Antonia. This would be the same Grandma you hear me refer to when I mention the silver I use at all family gatherings. She loved to crochet, and crocheted many,… Continue reading The art of heirlooms
I grew up the daughter of a mechanic, and both of my parents enjoyed cars. So its not a surprise that I love them as well. Growing up it was normal to see a car in my Dad's garage in various states of repair. One of these cars was a 1929 Model A that he… Continue reading The art of meeting again
Not everyone has an urban legend in their family. But my family does. The first time I heard about it was when I was a brownie, in about 2nd grade. I came home and excitedly told my parents at supper, all about the witch of Hell Hollow. How people have vandalized her grave, and then… Continue reading An urban legend within our family
an heirloom reminds me of family long gone
organizing a new hutch brings back memories of loved ones
sometimes you need to remember what matters most
It’s this little girls birthday today. This little girl grew up an only child but was lucky to have 3 boys and parents move in next door that changed her life. They made her into a tom boy. Between those boys and a Dad that let her work in his garage, these people shaped… Continue reading This little girl