When I was pregnant with Sidney, I made this for Gram for Christmas. At the time it was so true to me that her hands were always busy, almost tornadic with keeping the house, being a life-force as a volunteer and a matriarch to our family. I have always had this inner cyclone in myself too. I approach everything at break-neck speed in my life.
Our little farmstead has a few key pieces of furniture that we've purchased, but mostly is a conglomeration of important family pieces we've acquired along the way. I have all of Great-Uncle Orville's "knock down" furniture, Clocks from B's grandparents, our kitchen table from my parents was my childhood dining room table, and artwork from all over the family. The cross-stitch has now come back into my hands, and many other items from her house are soon to follow. I feel her presence as I heft our furniture all over the house and clean preparing for the arrival of items that I have memories of from the earliest of ages.
I love that we can share so much of our childhood with our children. As we create memories with our family, I so love that we can add to the story and history of so many items that have seen our families through generations.
How special it must be to have so many possessions in your home from your ancestral tree. I can just imagine how cozy and inviting your home must be!
ReplyDeleteI, too, have cross-stitch pieces and other gifts I gave to my grandmothers, plus pieces of their furniture, quilts, afghans and photos. I like surrounding myself in memories of them.
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