My grandmother died when I was a baby. I know very little about her. The only things I do know are the things my mother and father have told me. I only have a few things, these things, to learn about who she was. I don’t know why I have such an infatuation with learning who she was. I suppose it is because I’ve never really been close to any of my grandparents. I like to think she is one of those grandmas. The kind that absolutely loves her grandchildren and they absolutely loved her. The kind, that as a child, you never want to leave her house. More and more I am discovering knew things about her and what she was like. I now know she loved to sew, she liked to cook, she was saving up for a trip to Hawaii, she was beautiful, I have her smile, and according to my father I would have loved her. From what I can tell, he is probably right.
Her silverware my grandpa gave me. This is the only thing I have that was hers.
some old thread spindels that my mother had.
a tin she would keep her sewing materials in.
a dried flower I found in one of her old tins
scissors and another sewing tool
a ginger bread house my father still has
buttons. i used to love to look through her buttons that were given to my mother. my favorite was the flower one which has a little jewel in the middle
old envelopes she used to keep buttons in. they are addressed to her landlord.
My favorite photograph of my grandmother...Patricia Miles Kirk
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