After my mother's passing, I got another set of grandparents. Grandma Dottie could cuss, drink and play poker with the best of them. She was 5'8" and nothing in personality like Grandma Birdie. She too crocheted, made her own rugs, made beautiful decorations from plastic canvas, and needlepoint (which I was emphatically told was different than embroidery). She too has long since passed. I miss her terribly during the holidays when we'd all get together, play cards, show off our newest creations and just enjoy each other's company.
Today I unpacked my "hope" (cedar) chest. The one my dad made for my 16th birthday. It's in rough shape. David, my husband, is going to fix the top and reinforce it so I can use it as a bench in my redecorated office. I'm going to paint it white and make a cheery cushion for it. As I was unpacking it, I found all the beautiful baby outfits my Grandma Dottie and the baby quilts my Grandma Birdie made for my boys. It brought back wonderful memories and made me smile. Here are the baby outfits Grandma Dottie made. I'll post the baby quilts after they've been washed.