Easter reminds me of my grandma, these glass decorations were hers. I remember them always being there and looking at them as a kid. The colour, shapes and light shining through the drops still give me the same little tingle of excitement. Not sure why but I suspect it's got something to do with girls' relationship with small colourful objects, much the same as I now feel about fabrics, yarn or what inspires me for the moment. Still small colourful things a lot of the time. And I still miss you grandma...
Wasn't she great? Look at that little girl - she's about the size of the horse's head! On the back of the photograph it says "Collecting the mail on Stina" so I expect she must have gone on that work horse daily. During the Second World War her father bought a farm in the countryside of southern Sweden in order for them to survive should food supplies become scarce. She loved living on a farm as far as I know and loved animals, like I do. I do miss our talks and simple times.
Love you, always
Your love for her is evident in every caring word... how beautiful that you have surrounded yourself with her colorful decorations.
:-)
(((HUGS))),
Me
Posted by: PixieDust | Thursday, 13 December 2007 at 23:17