All things loved

My Grammie A.

1917-1999

 

Recently, I received this instant message

from my Mom's sister,

"I have a table from Mom's house I thought you may have room for. 

 Drop in and check it out".

Well of course even if I didn't have the room,

I would make the room. 
With so many thanks!!!!

 

 

I am finding it especially hard to take

a photo without the dog jumping in.

In this case, he had been peeking out from beneath,

but a squirrel ran past and caught his eye.

 

I painted it with Milk Paint, in

Homestead Buttermilk cream

without painting in all of the 'cuts'
and dings and with a bit of light sanding,
brought out some of the white from beneath.
I LOVE IT!

 

 

As many of you are aware,

when I moved from the house

to 'my quirky little rental'

I had to give up my Grandmother's Piano.

This table, of which my Aunt spoke,

was hers as well.

 

She was always baking. Homemade rolls

I especially remember as she

tried to teach me how to make them

into a ball (I never did get it).

 

One leaf of this table is more 'wobbly'

where the hinge is worn from

the pressure of kneading the dough.

 

 

Here is the table sitting in

my living room

covered by a white table cloth

that was made by my Great-Grandmother

(Grammies' mom).

Lovingly arranged with various
family photos.

And, once I find the correct box,
will add Grammie's hymn book.

 

 In this photo, you can see the buttery yellow beneath the white lace.

Thank you Aunt B.