My Great Grandma Sherwood was born in 1893 and passed away when I was only 6. I have only a few memories of her from visits before she passed on, and ever since we traveled this summer to near where she was born in Missouri, I have been thinking about her a lot. She used to tell my mom when she was a little girl that when they would butcher a pig, they would eat everything but the squeal. Listening to her stories or hearing my mom tell them to us over the years, reminds me of reading The Little House books. They shared many similar stories, as I'm sure most people of their day would. I only wish I could have known then just how much those stories would matter to me now.
One of the few things I remember from her house was a blanket that used to lie on the back of her couch. It was made of crocheted squares, black with white trim and a different colored flower in the center of each square, and sewn together like a quilt. I have no idea who made it or who has it now but I was thinking about it the other day and decided that I am going to make one of my own. I have no idea how long it will take me but I finished the first square the other night. I will continue to post them as I finish them.
Maybe someday my great granddaughter will see mine and the traditions of home and family will continue.
(I apologize for the sideways photo. Blogger refused to upload it right side up no matter how many ways I tried. *shrug* Ah, the joys of technology!)
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What a wonderful idea to make that blanket and such special memories!
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