I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE

I STILL BELIEVE AS I GRIEVE (2)

Always defend your right to heal at your own pace.  You are taking your time.  You are allowed to take your time.  – Unknown

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Isn’t that pretty?

The other day I was at an antique store and spotted some very pretty quilts!  I’m in awe of those who cut material and then sew it back together – of course, it’s a bit more complicated than that.  When I see quilts, my mind goes back in time – to my Granny LaVella.  She was such a sweet soul.  I know heaven is a wonderful place because she is there – and she may be making quilts!

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Granny’s Singer

I remember seeing granny at her Singer sewing machine – one that was very ornate and set on a sturdy and fancy wrought iron stand.  She always had scraps to make a quilt for somebody.  Her ministry was to keep everyone warm!

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We must grieve

Even though she left us so long ago, when I see beautiful quilts I can’t help but go back in time and think about her.  Her quilts were a labor of love and she personalized each and every one by using the recipient’s favorite colors or if possible, she would use some of their old clothing for the quilt scraps!

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That’s a nice pattern

I never learned to quilt and certainly did not gain that knowledge through osmosis…  but I sure do admire and respect the art.  Quilts are so beautiful and a reflection of their maker.  By the same token, my Granny LaVella was so beautiful and a reflection of her Maker.  Thank You, God, that she was my granny!

When I see quilts, taste biscuits, or hear an elderly woman laugh…  it’s like I go back in time for just a few seconds – and she is still here with me.  I miss her – but I know God has so much work for her to do.  I would not want to take her away from Him, but one day I’ll get to see her again.  Love you, Granny LaVella!  🙂

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A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART

TL A COMMENTARY FROM THE HEART (17)

GREEN TEA FROM A PINK POT

Tea for Two…  when I was a little girl, mama and I had tea parties.  As I got older, we sat out on the screened-in porch at her house and sipped tea and discussed the weather and other assorted topics.  Nothing earth-shattering, just mother-daughter bonding.  I miss that.

The longer I have to live without my Mama, the more precious her things become to me. I cherish the antique rocking chair that my Grandpa sat in when he relaxed out on the farm. I appreciate the handmade quilt that Granny and Mama made back in the late 1930’s. There is one more piece of the past I have clung to… a pink tea-pot!

If that tea-pot could talk, what stories it would tell. Stories of how my Granny LaVella finished her chores out on the farm and came indoors to unwind with a cup of Earl Grey and a good book. She used the tea-pot that her family brought to America with them from England so long ago. Great Grandpa Phillips insisted that they bring it with them. The English love their tea, you know! The Phillips family had a pink Jubilee tea-pot.

So many times I think, “They came from England to America and settled in Oklahoma – how does that happen?” It would make more sense for them to settle closer to where they landed. But Oklahoma? Really??? But that’s what happened. I remember Mama telling me that her Grandfather “ran” in the Cherokee strip. When I was very young I did an essay for school about it. Obviously I have slept a lot since then. ❤

I know that Grandpa Frank and Granny LaVella inherited the farm from Grandma’s dad, Great Grandpa Phillips. So the teapot stayed there and was used by Grandma & Grandpa Steward. They enjoyed Earl Grey tea in the evening before bedtime.

By the late 1960’s the teapot came to live at the house I grew up in. I remember Mama brewing tea in it, but she didn’t seem to have a favorite brand or flavor. One funny little side note though, I could tell when she was having a rough day when she drank a second cup of tea.

Now that sweet little tea-pot is mine. I enjoy a cup of hot green tea before bedtime. I drink my tea and then take my insulin. How lovely! 🙂