I love the cover of the box, a little English cottage. It also looks like an old hand-tinted black and white photo. I have a "thing" for those old tinted photos.
I currently display it in a shadow box in my dining room.
Much to my surprise, the original hankies are still inside. A gift that has never been used. What kind of person was given this gift, to save and never use. Perhaps they were saving it for something special... an occasion or another person. It reminds me of my grandma's, they always had a hankie in their pockets or up their sleeves. The both grew up and lived through much tougher times than we do, even now.
My maternal grandma was my "Grandma C". She had long, long hair. Down to her ankles. Every morning she braided it into two braids and wrapped it around her head. She was independent, and although my grandpa passed away when I was 5, she never learned to drive... she rode the bus everywhere. She had Fiestaware, the original stuff. Every time I look at my pale, yellow Fiestaware plates, I think of her. When I was in elementary school she lived with our family for a couple of years. She was the kind of person that accepted everyone for "who they are". She passed away in 1997.
My paternal grandma was my "Grandma Maleng". She went to school in the late 20's early 30's to be a teacher. Just like Laura Ingalls Wilder in Little House on the Prairie, she taught at a small school here in our county but could only go home on the weekends. It was a long ride home by horse and wagon. She was engaged to marry my great-uncle when he was killed in a logging accident... she actually married his brother, my grandfather a few years later. In the 50's she went back to college to get her teaching degree, obviously requirements had changed between the 30's and the 50's. She always wore a scarf on her head because she didn't want to "catch a draft". She passed away in 2004. It would her 100th birthday this May.
They both would have saved those hankies too.
Ready for the weekend,
Chris at Red Gate Farm
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