A couple of weeks ago I showed you quilts that my grandma Opal had made, out of necessity to keep her family warm. This week I wanted to introduce you to my other grandmother, my dad’s mom.
She was a tall woman with red hair piled high on her head. When you went to visit her she could tell you the last time you stepped foot in her house. She liked to drink RC cola. She had a thing for white cats. She went through a succession of white cats over the years and I don’t think I ever knew when one was gone and the next came along because she named each one Fluffy. Her favorite colors were purple and yellow – together. I still cannot see that color combination without thinking of her.
We lost Grandma Ruth in 1985. One day a few years later I was looking through a magazine article showing cookie jars. One jar in particular stabbed at my heart. I thought why is that one so familiar? It dawned on me, after thinking and talking with my mom, that it was one that my Grandma had. It was just there on a shelf. Never saw her use it. If I hadn’t been an observant child, I wouldn’t have even noticed it.
That cookie jar became a symbol for me as a reminder of my grandmother. I don’t know what ever happened to hers, but I longed to have one. It pulled at my heartstrings.
For my birthday a couple of years ago, Lindsey found me one on ebay and surprised me with it. It is now one of my favorite possessions.
The pretty plates that are decorating this post are my tea trivet collection that I wanted to show. My cousin collected tea trivets and I was always looking in the flea markets for them and I would surprise her with one when she came for a visit. When she decided she had enough, (yes, we’re related) I couldn’t stop looking for them. So now, I get the prettiest ones I can find and have started my own collection.
We are getting a terrible ice storm right now so please wish us luck!
Wishing you much happiness! Twyla