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My Grandmother Grew Cosmos

At the Farmer’s Market,  I saw bunches of Cosmos and my grandmother Hendricks came to mind.

She used to grow them. I bought a bouquet and put them in a vase.

They just look “old fashioned” to me.

Cosmos Bouquet

This is the grandmother who taught me to knit. My father’s mother.

When I was at Laura and James house,  I took this photo of the tag on the afghan they have in their living room.

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Her name was Mary Alta but she went by Alta.  I have never met anyone else named Alta.

My appreciation for all things handmade  and knit was passed down.

Recently I was led to open the back of her Book of Common Prayer and found this list in her hand.

Here is a list of 26 afghans she knit for others when she was in the Nursing Home in Taylorville Illinois.

I’m Ruthie, Mark is my son and Marian is my Mother and “Roy’s Mary” is my sister.

My sister-in-law Bobbie, sent this afghan below (one my grandmother made) to Laura and James. An heirloom gift

The blue one is the one she made for me.  Her knitting is just beautiful.

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afghan list


Guest Blogger/Photographer Rob Finds His Own Eye

I received the loveliest email and photo from a family friend in northern Illinois.  He graciously consented to be guest blogger today.  You might have read his comments on blog posts of mine.  He collects MGs and is a certified pie judge.  A dear friend.  What I always remember is how Rob and his wife Mary drove to Rockford, Illinois for my mother’s funeral service and also came to have lunch in Milwaukee  and offer friendship and support when I took Laura to college at Marquette.  Here is Rob’s note and photo-

I love following your blogs and the interesting subjects that you always seem to capture at the right moment.  You also inspire me as I sit and think deep thoughts about what is around me and look at things differently.  Today I finished up some yard work getting ready for the cold weather that is expected in the near future.  The temperature was around 64 degrees and it was a little cloudy.  As I sat on the patio enjoying a nice glass of wine, i took out my iphone and captured this photo that just seemed to be something unusual about it.  The reflection of the homes on the other side of the lake, the cloudy sky, the metal patio table, the branches of the tree and of course the glass of wine. Do I have an eye or should I go back to go?  Thanks.  Rob

 Do not go back to GO, Rob.  Keep finding moments and catch them.  Thanks for being such a great blog follower.

love,

Ruth


In My Grandmother’s Hand

I might try to make something from her recipes tomorrow.

The Pineapple Upside Down Cake recipe.    My father’s mother’s recipe box. Sitting on my kitchen shelf.   Yellowed newspaper clippings between the file cards..  I was looking around for items to put on my Keep or Pitch blog and the antique radio  from earlier this week reminded me how objects can tell a story. Or two.  There are recipes for pickles and yeast rolls. Illinois cuisine.  The edge of the file card is discolored as well. I am not going to pitch this in the downsizing effort. I sifted through the cards, read her notes, remembered how she made egg noodles and hung them to dry on the broom handle. Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks born Feb 7, 1892.  She taught me how to knit.  I sleep under one of her quilts now and am figuring out how to repair an afghan she knit. In her retirement, she worked in the flower shop in Lincoln, Illinois.  Kept her lunch  (a can of spinach and a hard boiled egg), inside the glass door refrigerator right next to the buckets of gladiolas and carnations for the bouquets.

What did your grandmother bake/cook that you remember?

I chose this recipe card
cause her handwriting
seemed clear and legible
through the camera lens.


Loading the 1950 BelAir, Rock Island, Illinois

Driving around with my sister, we were  looking for the Historic District and saw this scene.  BTW I am in Columbus OH not Illinois this weekend. One friend wrote and thought I was on a cross country trip and had stopped working.  The men were loading the 1950 BelAir behind the pick-up.

Watching the men load the 1950


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