I know I was a lucky kid. I lived very close to my grandparents (next door in fact, well down the road since we lived in the country). Since I never knew my biological father they were the only grandparents I had until my mother passed away and I went to live with my aunt and uncle (referred to as Mom and Dad for future reference). My Grandma Birdie was prim and proper. She taught me to knit, crochet, embroider, sew, can, and garden. She was 4' 7" on a good day, but no one messed with Grandma Birdie, not out of fear but respect. She is 94 and lives in her own apartment. I can only hope to have her spunk when I'm her age.
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.
After my boys get married and have children of their own. I will pass these outfits to them along with the story of how their great-grandmother made them just for them. Now I can only hope for a granddaughter so I can hand down the one in the photo on the left too.