Visions of the past

Lately I have been helping my mom clean out her home and garage.  At first it was strictly to get her to hush, but then I started realizing how much time I was spending with her.  I also noticed how much time my daughter was spending with her.  The more I helped her the more I realized how much this time meant to all of us.  Which got me to thinking about my grandma who passed in '98. 

We found some awesome things from my grandmothers estate while sifting through my mom's stuff.  From recipes to baby layets to embroidery pieces she never finished.  It was all I could do to not cry looking at her beautiful work and missing her.  She taught me all I know.  She was the first person to tell me that handmade meant made with love.  From my first embroidery stitch at 6 to the final quilt we made when I was 22 I enjoyed her teachings and special time spent with her.

Now my mom is teaching my daughter how to do all the fun stuff my grandmothers get to teach.  My daughter can already tell you the difference in homemade cookies, break and bake and store bought cookies.  At 2 that's a feat. 

Keep all your memories alive in your work.  Pass your knowledge to others.  Make the handmade pledge to send  your love to others.

Carrie