This is my great-grandmother, Florence's work basket. I never had a chance to meet my great-grandmother as she passed away six months before I was born. This work basket was the one that was with her in her final years. I imagine her sitting there in the evening, listening to music or a program on television, quietly stitching or doing handwork of one kind or another. This basket has many stories to share I'm sure!
My grandma inherited this work basket after her mother passed. This basket set untouched beside a recliner in my grandma's front room for the past thirty years. I am embarrassed to say I had never even noticed it before. And believe me when I say my grandma's was like a second home to me, it still is. So it seems crazy to me that I never even noticed it before. It hid in plain sight, I guess.
This Christmas my grandma gifted this lovely work basket to me and all that it contained. How special I feel to be able to hold the things she held. To see what little things she kept her hands busy with each quiet evening.
Even though I never met my great-grandma she is very much part of me. She crosses through my thoughts nearly every day. Florence knew my mom was pregnant and was so very excited to meet me. Her middle name became my middle name. She left me with another gift as well...
Ok, so it's hard to tell from this poor iPhone picture but just imagine that you're seeing splotches of red on the back of my neck there. A birthmark that I was always told was given to me by my great-grandma. They are kisses she gave me as we passed each other in heaven. A very sweet thought!
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That's so cute/cool! Family heirlooms are so precious; my wedding ring belonged to my grandma who has passed on, and it's incredibly dear to me.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty basket! Thank you for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteI was struck when I stumbled across this post because I have a basket like this, in the same colors, that belonged to my grandmother, who was born around 1883. Her name was Florence, too. Thanks for sharing the treasure.
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