Before I begin with my post, I want to let all my friends and readers know that my bracelets and flower pins and clips will now be on display to sell at Fretta’s here in Elkhart, booth 79. This is the annual Tri Kappa antique show here and all the antique malls are getting ready for the out-of-town shoppers that just might wander into our local booths. Please pray that I will soon become a regular with my designs around town…

Now onto the story of Grandma Lottie.


I don’t know about you but I love to look at old pictures. It never ceases to amaze me how God puts His fingerprint onto each of our lives in a unique yet recognizable way.

If you look at pictures of your grandparents or parents when they were children or young adults, you almost certainly can recognize them even though you didn’t know them then. I also enjoy thinking back in my childhood remembering times that make me feel good, times that warm my heart. Hugs from Grandma, piggy-back rides from Grandpa and my Dad sitting my sister and I on his lap to read the Sunday comics; these all make me smile.

My Dad’s mother was named Charlotte, Lottie for short. She was an outspoken woman, she used phrases like “clean your grub-hooks before dinner”, “wipe off your mud-hooks before walking on my clean floors” and “he was such a physic-face!”. She would go home after supper to wash her ‘wool’ and if it was raining she wore her ‘babushka’. Grandma’s outspokenness often embarrassed Dad and his brother, I know this from the stories that he would tell.

Grandma had a way of looking at life as if she was looking through the carnival mirrors, you know the ones that distort you in funny ways, the ones we used to laugh at when the circus would come to town. Her stories were always so colorful and so alive that you couldn’t just walk away.

When Grandma started telling one of her stories you were hauled in on a line and you were at the mercy of the story, you were glued to Grandma’s yarn. To other people those memories in her stories would be just a memory, nothing more. More than that Grandma made them all seem so much more alive. When she told her stories we didn’t need television or games or anything else, we just sat around and listened and laughed.

Grandma’s life was not all fun though, she had some hard times in her life. Her younger brother died when he accidently shot himself running across a hunting ground to greet his Dad’s train—Great Grandpa was a conductor. She spoke of that often.

She had a six-year-old brother who loved school and one day he was too ill to go to school. She recounted how he said he was sad to miss school that day. Later in the day he passed away as his father rocked him in his arms. They were waiting for the doctor.

Grandma’s first child died soon after birth. All these things colored her outlook, but never darkened her ways. She was a resilient woman.

Grandma had to help support the family. She married Grandpa who was a wounded WWI veteran, back then you didn’t get benefits for being wounded. Grandpa almost died in France, half of his shoulder was gone and he was disabled after the war.

Grandpa worked, but Grandma would do laundry for some of the wealthier citizens in town, she would sew wedding gowns, prom dresses and curtains.

She made homemade soap for her laundry in the basement and had the cleanest clothes in town. She quit doing laundry for money after she was told by one of her clients that she could no longer come to the front door with the clothes.  She figured if she was good enough to do their laundry, she was good enough to use the front door, lol, and that was the end of her laundry career!

That was my Grandma, Lottie. She loved life, loved her family and loved the Lord. God was good to me when he placed me in her family.

I pray that each one of you has pictures in your minds that you can go to, that can warm your hearts on cold days. I thank God for my heritage and all the Godly people who played a part in my life. Blessings to you this week as you make your own memories.fish


About designgirl178

Several years ago God blessed me with a beautiful son who happens to have Down syndrome. It has been a magical, sometimes difficult journey, I wouldn't trade it for anything. My son is awesome! You will see some blogs about Brody, but mostly I am blogging about my life and all that we do. After working for years in an industry that was slowly going to the oversees market, I lost my job. My shop started out of necessity and I've been loving my work ever since! I use a lot of found objects or recycled products and buy mostly in the US. I am proud to say most of the money you use to purchase my products does not go outside of the US. I have been making jewelry and weaving for many years and now enjoy these activities on an everyday basis. My beaded bracelets use found and recycled elements as does my weaving and fabric flowers, headbands etc. Custom orders will be honored as much as possible, and ask only that items be paid within 3 days, otherwise it will be listed for public sale and no longer reserved. I appreciate my customers buying American made goods and helping to save the environment at the same time. Thank you all.

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