We are all travelers. We travel through our own time, sharing our lives as we go. We are a sum of all of our life parts; future, present and past. The connection to our past is what we pass on to the future, by living in the present. The threads that connect us to the past are often tangible objects, passed on from person to person in a family.
Today I was on a mission to clean out some of my clothes. Organize. Be disciplined. Stay on track. My family knows this is something I have to struggle with. And today I lost that battle once again.
I had the best of intentions. I was plowing through some things in my jewelry box (it's a big one) and I saw them. Grandma's hankies. The ones I wrote about not long ago. And I took them out for a minute, just to look through them. It had been a while since I had looked at them. And before I knew it, I had taken them and Big Girl out to the back porch to photograph them. And I took Grandma's rosary too. Just because I loved the feel of the wooden beads in my hand and felt they belonged with the hankies. I spread some of them out on the table and I shot some photos.
Some of the hankies have crocheted edges, and I am certain that those edges were probably crocheted by my Grammy. The E on the hanky in the center stands for Elsie, my Grammy's name. I think she must have given it to Grandma as a way of remembering her, of thinking of her when she saw it.
When I look at the fineness of the linen they are made from, and the delicate stitches of the crochet, appliques or cutwork embroidery, I realize how much time and effort went into making or choosing those hankies for Grandma. I can tell that Grammy wanted them to be special, and picked them out with care.