Originally Posted by sewTinker
...and when you have finished her quilt, she'll be able to wrap herself around you and hold you close.
Your lovely story has left me weepy.
(I have my grandmother's scissors, also. I remember when she gave them to me - the enormity of the moment... what it Meant. A woman doesn't give away her scissors...
("These are the best scissors," she quietly said. She was smiling and her eyes were glistening and she looked closely into mine. I was only able to manage a, "Thank You, Gramma," and hold her hand.
(The scissors are shiny stainless steel, just a few stains on them; and, in tiny writing, she has her name, "Hazel," written on a torn scrap of paper and taped to the 'joint' of them. They hang on my pegboard. I just used them yesterday. She was right, you know... they Are the best scissors.)
Thanks for sharing these heartwarming stories. I read the first story misty eyed. The scissors have me weeping. I've only recently come to appreciate all of the treasures my grandmother had. She died when I was 13. I often wonder what happened to her treadle machine and featherweight. I'm fortunate to have a box of tatting she did and a set of mother-of-pearl handled crochet hooks.