Grandma's handiwork

We're in Windsor this weekend unexpectedly for a funeral, so here's a quick post. I'm looking forward to blogging about the meal we just had at the golden griddle. I suspect they've been doing some genetic engineering.
__________________________________________________________________

I'm lucky to have had 4 grandparents and two great grandparents around for most of my life. I'm down to three grandparents now, but having known them has definitely enriched my life. My dad's mum has a number of talents that have ended up decorating our house to a degree, and I'm glad they have.

She writes in calligraphy all the time - grocery lists, cheques, notes to friends. I have a couple of poems she wrote out for me hanging in our spare room. The second one is my absolute favourite, it's a prayer by Chief Dan George from Canada Day called O great spirit (I'll post it here one day, it's a great read). I think if the house were burning down I'd grab Dave, get the animals, and grab this on my way out. It used to hang at her house, but after I admired it for so many years she gave it to me for Christmas a couple of years ago.


She also crochets (and knits! you should see the socks!), and made this blanket out of scraps of yarn to keep me warm while I was in university. It definitely did the trick.

Our wedding gift this year was this bequtiful crosstich, now hanging in our bedroom. The detail is amazing and it reminds me of the patterns of china she has and being a kid drinking tea (like a grown up) at her house.



What objects would you grab with you if your house were burning down?