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Post by gigito7 on Aug 24, 2022 18:43:07 GMT
I have a few things that are special. I found my grandmother’s handkerchiefs that she crocheted on them. There are so many that are over 100 years old and I wanted to do something with them. I went down the Pinterest rabbit hole and now making crafts using them for my 5 granddaughters.
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Post by jenr on Aug 24, 2022 19:57:27 GMT
I have my Grandma's wedding ring. A few years after she died, I found out she got engaged 25 years prior to the exact day I was born. I thought that was a pretty neat coincidence. I loved her so.
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Post by Lexica on Aug 24, 2022 21:05:26 GMT
I have a very weird thing that I actually asked my uncle for. My grandfather made it for my grandmother well over 100 years ago. When my father was alive, he was going to ask his brother for it, knowing the brother had it but would most likely not be using it anymore. Dad passed before he could ask, so I asked my uncle for it, telling him Dad had intended to. He was thrilled that I wanted it. It was boxed up with his other belongings when he went into an assisted living situation. He knew it would be thrown away without anyone realizing what it was and was so tickled that I knew about it and wanted to preserve it.
My father was one of 8 children and my grandparents were not wealthy people. They had fled, separately, to Canada from the Ukraine. They met in Canada and married and went on to have their large family, seven boys and one girl. My grandmother had been a cook in a Ukrainian restaurant when grandpa met her. He started eating most of his meals there, trying to catch her eye.
With all of those children, especially hungry boys, she was doing an enormous amount of cooking, almost like when she was with the restaurant. She used a lot of garlic in her cooking. She wanted something to smash the garlic so she asked her husband to make her something. Things were typically made rather than purchased in those days.
Grandpa started with an old chair leg, rounding it off and polishing it smooth. It resembles the wooden pestle from a mortar and pestle set. Grandma used that to smash garlic throughout the boys’ childhood and beyond. When she passed, my uncle took it to his house. He used it for over 20 years until he was moved into the care home and now I have it. I plan to write up a little bit about it and pass it along to my son. My son won’t be having any children, so he may choose to pass it to one of his cousin’s kids, although none of they may be sentimental enough to care. There is zero monetary value, of course.
I’m sure my cousin would have just thrown it into the trash when he cleaned out my uncle’s boxes from storage. It doesn’t look like anything collectible, but it means the world to me because Dad wanted it, and my dad was not the type to hang onto things. It was just the fact that his dad made it and his mother used it just about every day that made Dad want to have it.
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