Thank you, Fran, for another clear view from your window on the world. Remembering! Seems I've been doing that for a long time now. Our seminary teacher in high school attempted to frightening us into submission by saying when we die we will be shown our lives in full cinematic details. Every last sin and transgression. Now I'm wondering if all that I've been remembering is that "movie" of my life. And I ask the Universe, was it all bad. Didn't I ever do anything good? Why do we think this way, Fran? Anyway, thank you for the photo of your mother's beautiful crocheted throw, and the fire hydrant, and the crows.
I have never heard of a Seven Up bar. Fascinating. Lots of beautiful imagery here in your thoughts on memory, Fran. I understand the challenge of discarding things handmade by family. We have that challenge in my family, but more and more things do get let go, it seems. Often the culling, for us, is in stages. Sometimes maybe the one or two made by someone special is enough, allowing us to part with things we might otherwise be keeping only because we feel guilty letting them go.
I love the stories of the cherished pieces you shared.
My mother, when she was 96, gave away a throw my daughter had crocheted for her, the only thing like that Maggie has ever made, and a quilt made by my sister. She just left them on a table near her apartment for anyone to take. I would have taken them if she had offered them to me! I somehow never got over this. I wanted to keep those items for myself. It’s like I think other people won’t appreciate them. I need to think that they do! And forgive my mother.
I have 2 afghans, one made by my Mom and one made by my grandma as well as 3 small quilts made by a friend. I will never be able to get rid of them. I live in Northern Colorado and it was in the high 50s today. I love warm winter days! Thank you for your post and photos. <3
Thank you, Fran, for another clear view from your window on the world. Remembering! Seems I've been doing that for a long time now. Our seminary teacher in high school attempted to frightening us into submission by saying when we die we will be shown our lives in full cinematic details. Every last sin and transgression. Now I'm wondering if all that I've been remembering is that "movie" of my life. And I ask the Universe, was it all bad. Didn't I ever do anything good? Why do we think this way, Fran? Anyway, thank you for the photo of your mother's beautiful crocheted throw, and the fire hydrant, and the crows.
I have never heard of a Seven Up bar. Fascinating. Lots of beautiful imagery here in your thoughts on memory, Fran. I understand the challenge of discarding things handmade by family. We have that challenge in my family, but more and more things do get let go, it seems. Often the culling, for us, is in stages. Sometimes maybe the one or two made by someone special is enough, allowing us to part with things we might otherwise be keeping only because we feel guilty letting them go.
I love the stories of the cherished pieces you shared.
My mother, when she was 96, gave away a throw my daughter had crocheted for her, the only thing like that Maggie has ever made, and a quilt made by my sister. She just left them on a table near her apartment for anyone to take. I would have taken them if she had offered them to me! I somehow never got over this. I wanted to keep those items for myself. It’s like I think other people won’t appreciate them. I need to think that they do! And forgive my mother.
I have 2 afghans, one made by my Mom and one made by my grandma as well as 3 small quilts made by a friend. I will never be able to get rid of them. I live in Northern Colorado and it was in the high 50s today. I love warm winter days! Thank you for your post and photos. <3
Thank you for sharing your stories !!!