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barb wrote:
Thanks for the reminder- I forget that we don't need to clean all the time, certainly cuts into the quilting time.

I have an apron of my Gram's. I can still picture her in it, bottom pinned up to hold a berry basket. Gosh, it's hard to believe she's gone 4 years. She was 106 when she passed away. She said she was tired.

barb, I try to get on a roll with my housekeeping so I can hurry to my quilting, but all that does is make me tired. So, sometimes I am just gonna have a quilt-holiday, bc I am 21 and I can! lol! :)

Sulabug wrote:
The poem is great. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us!! :D

sulabug, I am so glad that Carrie Hall wrote it. It really reminds us, what do I want to be remembered for? Your nick is so cute, is it a real nickname? For 33 years I have been called Squirrelly. I can't imagine why? :D

patti wrote:
Thats a wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing it! Neither of my grandmothers quilted, however my grandfather's second wife does. She has given me 2 when I was much younger and she has encouraged my love for it now. I wish I could get a "whiff" of either of my grandmothers and really wish I could smell my Mom! They are all gone now. :cry:

well, patti, we didn't grow up together, but you all feel like family to me. Every day is a new page in our memory albums. your grandparents and your mom are just several pages back, but it's wonderful to know we can go there. By talking about them, ppl we love are right here with us, on this thread. Your mom raised a sweet daughter, patti. :D

loretta wrote:
Loved the poem! thanks for sharing it!

I got so excited when I read it. I knew everybody here would relate to it. Quilting is the best of everything that means family. :)

oops! :shock: Sulabug, guess you saw, Cynicky Phin wrote this poem, not Carrie Hall, but she could have. She loved quilts so much she dedicated years and years of her life to documenting quilt blocks, etc. so they would go on...I love being a part of all that.
I wish we could see pics of their quilts. We are all making history...awesome! :)

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k3n wrote:
I have a paisley print scarf of my grandma's, the one she wore every day, round her shoulders or over her head if it was raining (she died in 2004). I wish I'd kept it in a bag because her smell has all gone, although sometimes I think I can still get a faint whiff, but I think it's my imagination.

k, it really is the little things like her scarf, that mean so much. I have a deep seated faith, that if you believe in something, that is your reality. :)

Thank you quiltncrazy! From my heart.

K x

I love that poem! I feel the same way--would much rather sew than worry about dirt. but then I see the dirt and feel guilty for swing!

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camilla wrote:
Wonderful post, quiltncrazy. It made me smile. The poem is sweet, but what made me smile was the mental picture of you pulling that old quilt out of its bag, and it smelling like your grandmother's house. That is such a rare thing, to smell something that takes you back in time. It is great that you inherited her love of quilting. Maybe many years from now, someone will pull one of your quilts out, smell it, smile, and think of you.

aww, that's so nice of you camilla. If I am loved half as much as my little gma...she was a dear, and everyone that knew her felt that way.
Everyone in the nursing home loved her and everyone that worked there did special things for her. One guy would sing to her. She asked for him one time while we were visiting and he sang to her for all of us.
I hope I am remembered this way too. I hope we all are.

My youngest daughter has a cameo from her grandma. She has been gone over fifteen years, yet the cameo stills smells like her perfume. Every time she takes it out it makes me think of her. We remember with all our senses.

good post thank you :D