October 05, 2006
One more of the memory pieces from upstate NY.
My great Aunt Florence. Queen of the kitchen, garden, house and everything involving a needle. She hand quilted everything on the beds in their four bedroom colonial. Every pillowcase had tatted openings with her lace. The sheets did too. She monogramed with embroidery on the everyday towels in white on white! The glass beaded bags she made in the 20s are some of my most prized possessions now. She needlepointed footstool tops and dining room chair seats and backs. She cooked the most delicious things I have ever eaten. Most of all she was deeply in love with my great uncle Fred. (and he was with her). You just knew it the way she would hum a tune while fixing up some apples from their gentleman's farm for canning or peaches from their tree across the road. When they died, only a month apart, my mother inherited the house and we found an entire trunk full of love letters written over the 64 years they were married. Nothing has ever touched me more. I have great warm memories from that house.
The word for the day is ... sip ... a nice congac, a very very hot drink, and a tiny little bit of something good.