Hard working man.
My man works 2 jobs. He works them so that I can stay home and take care of the house, the kids and their education. When he does have the opportunity to be at home, this is what he looks like. I love this man.
You see that old treadle sewing machine on the side of this picture? This was my great great grandmother’s. It still works. I made a quilt for my mother on it. By the time I was finished my right leg looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s. I love the fact that I was able to create something on a machine that my grandmother used, and her mother used, and her mother used. I have real pride in my heritage, and I love knowing that I will be passing these on to my children. My kids also sleep in the beds that came from my great grandfather’s house. They still have the old metal springs.
My grandmother used to make my grandfather boxer shorts out of her old dresses on that machine. I always remember her wearing a dress and brown shoes. When ever she went out to work in the garden, she would get a pair of grandpa’s old work pants, stuff her dress down the legs of it, and out to work she went. I never once saw her in a pair of pants that were hers. She always made the best roast. She cooked in in a pressure cooker. I wish I had spent more time with them, soaking up their wisdom. She has been gone for almost 15 years.
Do you have any family heirlooms? What do you remember most about your grandma?