Every so often, I will be doing something that will whisk me off to a time in the past. To a time that I've either lived through or a time I've only heard about from relatives. This beautiful summer, Sunday morning was one of those days.
A few years ago, an elderly friend, of mine, gave me a stack of vintage ladies handkerchiefs. They are so beautiful and delicate. I would never dream of actually using one to blow my nose, even though I do use cloth hankies. They are just too pretty. Those beautiful handkerchiefs have been stored away in my dresser drawer until this morning. I took them out, spread them over the bed and began to wonder about the ladies who owned them before myself.
Who were these ladies? Were the handkerchiefs used for their intended purpose or simply as a stylish accessory? Which one was tucked up into a sleeve, as was the way back in the day, waiting for the lady to take it out to dry an eye? How many Sunday sermons have these handkerchiefs heard? What about that precious little lace handkerchief? So delicate, I can't imagine it being used on a runny nose! I bet it was one that was dropped, "accidentally", to get the attention of a handsome young man.
Each handkerchief has it's own story. Whether it is something like a wedding, used by the Mother of the Bride, to dab happy tears, or a funeral of a beloved family member, where tears of grief flowed uncontrollably, each handkerchief has a story to tell.
I decided the handkerchiefs need to be displayed so they can share their beauty and perhaps, a silent story. I starched and ironed each one. Ironing always takes me back to simpler days and this time was no different. As I stood there ironing and listening to old Southern Gospel on the radio, I imagined my great-grandmother - a true woman of God - doing her weekly chore of laundry, by hand, hanging it on the clothesline and once dry, standing for hours ironing. So much work but done with such love for her family. I imagined, she would pick up one of her pretty handkerchiefs - not her every day handkerchief that she used to wipe snotty noses and skinned knees. No not those. Although, those were beautiful as well as sturdy, the one she picked up was the special one. The one reserved for Sunday School. The only one worthy of being used in the house of the Lord. The one that matches her only Sunday dress. The one her Mama gave to her on her wedding day. I imagined that she would lay in out on the ironing board, sprinkle it with water, and gently iron the wrinkles out. Perhaps, while she ironed, she too thought back to times gone by. Maybe she remembered the day she got married or the day her sweet Mama was laid to rest. Or she might have been thinking about the coming Sunday, when there would be a potluck dinner on the church grounds. As her thoughts flooded her mind, she would fold the delicate square of fabric and place it in the top drawer of her bureau, where it would rest until the next Church service or special occasion.
As I daydreamed, all the handkerchiefs were ironed but I didn't fold them. I laid them out, in a pleasing pattern, and began sewing them together. Not machine sewing. Only sewing them by hand would do. Partly because of their age and delicate fabric but mostly because that is how it would have been done when the handkerchiefs were brand new. These precious pieces deserved the gentlest stitches. Maybe not the straightest or the smallest but hand sewn, none the less. Before long, I had just what I intended.
A pretty little table topper for my small bathroom table. Each handkerchief showing off her pretty colors. Some practically brand new while some a bit more stained and tattered.
As I sat on the floor, admiring these pretty ladies of the past, I bid my nostalgic daydream, goodbye. Who knows where the next one will lead. Or what will trigger the memory. Perhaps, the next time I will embark on an adventurous daydream or maybe I will slip off, back to those simple times, once again. Wherever I go, I will be sure to share the journey.
Grace & Peace,
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
I was only away for a little while but it seems much longer. We had so many things going on. Some tragic but most were blessings...I guess, if you think about it, even the tragic was a blessing. I tend to look at things a bit differently than most people, I suppose, but when a person can see blessings during the storms, it makes even the most horrible storm, tolerable.
Back in March, we received the call we had been dreading. My Father-in-Love was nearing the end of his journey here on earth. The family needed to get there if they wanted to see him alive, they said. My Mister barely stopped long enough to gather a change of clothes and his toothbrush, before he headed to Texas. The trip is eight hours, one way, and I was praying that he made it in time. He did, thank God! I don't know how my Mister would have handled not being able to say his goodbyes. He is a strong man but that would have crushed him. Thankfully, he was there to hold his Dad's hand and to be there for his Mom. Sadly, he passed on what was to be our 22 wedding anniversary. I don't think either of us will ever look at that day as anything other than when Pops passed away. I am not one to mourn. I just don't. It's not because I have no feelings or whatever. I do and I grieve in my own way, but when a person knows the Lord, it is such a blessing when they crossover to be with Jesus. I can't think of any reason to mourn that person. I kind of think they got the better part of the deal. After all, we are still here in the mean, heartless, world and they are dancing before the King! Anyhow, that is a blessing in the midst of the storm!
So, as I said, My Mister and I have been married 22 years. I thank God for that because both of us had multiple failed marriages before we got married. We never really do anything for our anniversary so no big shin-dig to tell you about. When we celebrate 25 years, I will make sure there is a party, though!
In April, our sweet granddaughter turned nine years old. We celebrated with an Alicorn (basically a Unicorn with wings) party. I made the decorations and the cake. I have pictures but for one reason or another, I have yet to get them off my phone and onto my computer, so I can't share them. Pictures or not, she loved the party! Also in April, she started playing softball. She is pretty darn good, too! No I'm not just saying that. She really is. I think she has found her thing! You know, we all have a thing we're good at and she is really showing promise. So we spent most of April and the first part of May, going to ballgames. I love sports and to have a grandchild who does too, is awesome! I really get into it and can't hardly control myself at her games!
So...middle of May it started raining...and didn't stop! I'm sure you probably heard about the flooding here in Oklahoma, specifically Eastern Oklahoma. I've never seen so much water! Several neighborhoods, farm lands, and even entire towns, were flooded. Some houses had 8 - 12 feet of water in them. Such a sad thing to see. I can't even imagine going through that! Fortunately, we live far enough away from the river, we weren't affected other than so much rain we had a good 6 inches standing in our yard, at any given time. Even now, we have saturated ground and so much mud! The weeds like it but the grass is pretty much gone. Oh well, I won't complain!
So, those are just the highlights from the time I was away. So much more was going on but I won't bore you anymore than I already have.
Have you started making Christmas gifts, yet? I'm trying but...yeah.
Grace & Peace,
Sunday, June 16, 2019
When I stopped blogging a few months ago, it was because I lost sight. Sight of why I began blogging. Sight of why I needed to blog. Sight of the real me and my real life.
I fell prey to that evil inner blogger who tricked me into thinking that me and my blog must not be any good and just down right boring, because I didn't have hundreds of followers and only one or two regular readers. I mean, how bad does it have to be before your family stops reading it? Just kidding! They never read it to begin with!
So, I started thinking that I needed a gimmick... you know, something that will bring in the masses? Yeah, yeah, it probably would have helped if I had posted more than once in forever! And, yeah, I know our life is down right boring and I couldn't even manufacture the fun, active, exciting, life...not even in my head...that I thought would be worthy of a blog post. Y'all!!! You know it's bad when you can't even make up a lie...I mean... WELL, you know...we all know some of those bloggers, don't we! Oh, come on, Y'all! Don't judge! I know you can point out the blogs over there on your sidebar, that left you sitting there - staring at your screen, shaking your head, and mumbling, "Girl, you know that's a lie! Ain't nobody in the world live like that!". Anyhow...
Back to thinking I needed a gimmick.. I couldn't imagine what kind of gimmick, but I NEEDED A GIMMICK, for Pete's sake!
I was jealous of those blogs that have 1000's of followers and regular readers!
So while I was away, I focused on my home, my family, and my drumming. I enjoyed my grandbabies and learned a bit of Native American beading. This blog popped into my head one day and I realized what had happened. Then I began to remember and analyze some facts about why I start blogging way back in 2012, I believe. Because that's what I do. Analyze and then analyze that analyz-ation(I just made that up), and so on.
Facts are... I didn't stat blogging for self gratification, showing off, or to have 1000s of followers. I didn't care if I had a follower or not. As much as I love seeing new readers and new followers...there is a difference, you know. Between readers and followers, I mean. As much as I like seeing those two regular readers leaving a comment or the ones who come and go without leaving a comment...I didn't start blogging for socializing. As much as I love every single one of you, I just didn't do it for you. You, dear hearts, are a BONUS!
The reason I starting blogging was for pure personal reasons. I started blogging for me. I used to keep a handwritten journal but with the computer, I stated typing. I have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome and sometimes holding a pen, my hand goes numb and that leads to all kinds of messes! 😜 It felt good to get my thoughts out of my head, again! I also liked to scrapbook but for the same reason, I didn't do much of that either. So it seemed starting a blog was the answer to both the journal and scrapbooking. I started blogging as therapy. I went through an, exceptionally bad, case of depression. I've never told that TRUTH to y'all. Well, no that isn't right because I'm sure y'all know about that but I'm pretty sure I've never spoken about just how bad it was. I think I would like to share that with y'all. Maybe somebody needs to hear it. Maybe, my story will give hope and power for the times where there isn't any. Just maybe, my story will be the seed that blooms into the beautiful and eternal SALVATION!
I got off track again, but what I'm trying to say if this...I need to blog. No matter how many times I think I have nothing to say...fact is...maybe somebody just needs to see a pretty picture, or a silly meme, or even an uninteresting, mundane, uncool blog post that shows them that their life is not so bad...it could be boring as me and my life! Even if I never got a follower, never had a reader...that was ok. I is still ok because I am blogging for me and for those precious grandbabies of mine, because maybe, one day, they will want to read about their quirky, silly, and sometimes overly serious, Grandma! Maybe... They BETTER!
Grace & Peace,