She had a way of being kind and accepting that a little girl understood. I have a distinct memory of feeling glad and important those few times we visited.
Missouri was awfully far away back then.
My grandma planned to piece quilts for each of her grandchildren and she went at it with all her heart and her tenacious skill of using tiny scraps. However, a paralyzing stroke made it impossible for her to finish the last two. So, when boxes of pieced squares were found in her cupboard, it was Aunt Ida who set out to finish them for the youngest grandchildren in the family. Her quilting was just as fine as grandmas.
I'm a Great Aunt six times over! I'm not sure if I always believe it. We've only ever met by cards and occasional pictures. In some ways, distance is still as hard to cross. But when the newest mama dropped some hints that she'd like something sewn by Zinnia Girl, I felt honored and warm and a little like my Great Aunt Ida.
Oh, SO darling. A beautiful and practical gift with a story! The best kind...
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