Beverly, at, How Sweet the Sound is hosting Pink Saturday.
Thank you Beverly for your dedication to ...
I do have a few memories of Grandmother Sylva. I was named after her but my first name is not Jeanne. You might guess...my first name is Sylva. Mostly my memories are about the beautiful Victorian home, where my grandparents lived after retiring. She always had the most delicious apples in a big brass bowl on the floor in her kitchen. I looked forward to eating those apples. I had to ask permission though. I remember her hair. When she sat in a chair to have her hair brushed, it touched the floor. It was braided and wound around her head. I saw a picture of her once that showed her hair flowing down her back and she had a full skirt that she was holding out like a circle skirt only long to the floor. She was laughing and beautiful. She made the best rice pudding I have ever eaten. My mother loved her dearly and so did I.
What I am sharing next is something my grandmother made.
"The putty jar"
This fabulous treasure is over 100 years old. My maternal grandmother saved every little thingshe found or collected and made this jar. There is a love letter from my grandfather in a tiny container, pictures of some of her 10 children. Crazy little things, that the close up photos will show.
This jar is a kind of story in itself.
Now for the closeups.
This treasure is at my sister's home in a place of honor by her fireplace.
You could study this putty jar for hours and you would never see all of the detail.
Happy Pink Saturday
Blessings and love,