Signing the lease to our first apartment tomorrow! (A cozy loft apartment on an enchanted property at the edge of the woods)
Yesterday, my Mom was like, “Come up to the second floor when you get the chance.” So I go upstairs and she has her hope chest open. She tells me that her grandmother, my great-grandmother, crocheted a blanket/quilt, I think she called it an “afghan”, for me and my 3 sisters, her great-grandchildren, when we were young, before developing Alzheimer’s. And then my mom let me choose one. :) She said each square was sewn individually, and then attached with black, and any edges not finished by her were finished by my grandmother. It smells like the cedar chest my Mom had been keeping it in since my great-grandmother died. (20 years ago?)
She also gave me a cookbook from my grandmother. Apparently, she had bought a few for us before she died. (A couple years ago)
The funny thing is the other 3 blankets were here too, although I am the youngest and none of my sisters live here anymore. She said it just hit her that she had the quilts to give away – I guess her last daughter moving out made her remember :)
It was SO sweet and unusually sentimental of her, that I gave her a hug and thanked her. But she said not to thank her, but my grandmother and great-grandmother. So I thanked them too, in spirit.