It's been awhile since I've been able to write on my blog. I'm still not getting any quilting done as we're just now finishing up with the packing up of mom's home, getting it ready to rent to one of my nephews. We're to the point where we have a huge 2-car garage full stacked 5 feet high to re-sort, organize, designate what is to be kept for Mom, what is to be hauled to the dump and what we want to put in a garage sale. It's been a huge undertaking, but Mom is happy at her new home so well worth the many hours spent.
More treasures have come to light and while I haven't taken any pictures this time, it's been fun to look and enjoy more memories.
Several books of ration stamps from WWII
A certificate from when Dad worked at a war plant in Minneapolis
More pictures of Mom as a very young lady in her early 20's.
My 2nd grade report card from St. Anne's Catholic School in St. Paul, MN
The only letter Dad wrote to Mom, dated 1937
A battery operated tin toy bartender who pours a drink. While it no longer works I can remember my Dad playing with it, laughing and having such a good time. It was given to him as a birthday present in the 50's.
A picture of my parents best friends sitting on their Harley...I remember many rides on the back of this very Harley behind Elmer who I always called my "second daddy". .
A bottle of dandelion wine, still good and very aged. Us kids used to pick the dandelion heads and mom always made big batches of wine every year. I can't remember her making it for more than 50 years.
Yankee Quilter....my neice borrowed all mom's old photo albums to make a memory book for her parents 50th wedding aniversary. We asked they be returned so we can go through it with mom and put names to the faces. Most of her old pictures do have names/years written on the backs of them so will be fun to see who they are.
Patti....Mom has all her faculties, she's 92 and can no longer live alone. She fell and realized it was time to move to an assisted living facility.
Happy Valley Quilter....will be happy to share a picture when the sampler is all framed.
I leave you with my furballs enjoying the first fresh grass of the season. They remind me of two little cows chomping away.