Friday, August 28, 2009
What's in the Mail?
I like to imagine that the young girl in the second photo is getting ready to go to a dance. Maybe her prom! Did they have proms back then? I don't know. I'll have to research that.
I fell in love with the picture of this little boy and just knew I had to buy it. I call him Dapper Danny. From the look of him I'm sure he grew up to be a charmer and the ladies must have loved him.
I think the last picture may be a wedding picture. They didn't always wear veils back then so it's hard to know. I love old wedding pictures and have recently bought some lovely ones to frame and put on my wall. When they arrive I will share some with you.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed these photos. I'm working on a knitting pattern for a corset cover that I will be posting in the next few days. So, please come back!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Obesity Cure
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Valentine
Friday, August 14, 2009
Rose Doily
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
"What Grandma Taught"
What Grandma Taught
When I was quite a little girl, and sat at grandma's knee,
She taught me how to sew a seam and turn a hem, you see;
To piece the gayest patchwork and work buttonholes, so fine,
And all the little tucks I made must be right on a line.
And Grandma used to tell me that I might go and play
When I had neatly finished that pattern of crochet!
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And, too, the knitting-needles I was taught to swiftly ply,
To fashion socks for father, and sometimes I would cry
When I tried so hard to "turn the heel" and couldn't do it right,
And Grandma said "My goodness, child, that surely is a sight!"
And when holes showed in those stockings, either in the heel or toe,
I must learn to darn them neatly, over, under, to and fro,
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All these "arts and crafts" were taught me, as I sat by grandma's knee,
Happy when my stint was over and I once again was free,
But these two things I decided in that time so long ago
"When I became a woman I shall neither knit nor sew!
And if my heavenly father little ones to me should give,
They'll never have to take a stitch as long as they shall live.
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Time has sped and my dear grandma long since has passed away,
But the good old things she taught me have been my help and stay,
Once when fortune frowned upon me, ill-luck hovered o'er my head,
The homely art of mending helped to earn my daily bread.
And the hours have been less lonely, many days have been less gray,
Just because my grandma taught me how to do "that old crochet!"