I was just going along my merry way, pressing fabric to organize my quilt room and as the iron hit the fabric the thought of my own mother came to mind. The smell of the heat to the fabric brought back a familiar scent. Even if my eye (memory) can't recall something a smell can… Continue reading Mom’s Blue Fabric
Tag: memories
1-2-3 Smile – Family Traditions
When I grew up there wasn't much money. My father worked in a few different areas some were the oil fields, farming, and cattle feed lots. My mother worked outside the home as well. It was the 1970's. There were three kids ahead of me, I was the youngest. As I go through old… Continue reading 1-2-3 Smile – Family Traditions
In Between the Sunsets of Life 