This morning while searching through keepsake boxes, I found a good memory.
I was about seven years old and my sister, Tricia, five when I noticed an order form in a package of quilt batting for a booklet. For all of fifty cents – postage paid, it came close to our little budgets. My mom had been sick and in the hospital and I wanted to do something for her, so my sister and I decided to send away for the booklet. I know my dad helped to mail it for us and probably even paid for it.
I was so excited when it came and we gave it to her. I can still feel the awesome feelings I had. I also remember being fascinated with the book and looking through it.
Several years ago, (some 40 plus years later) my mom gave this back to me. She had kept it. Today, when I came across it among my other treasures, it was pleasant to just sit and remember for a bit.
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14 comments:
What a nice memory! Thanks for sharing!
What a wonderful memory:)
such a family memory...a book to treasure I'm sure
That does sound like a good memory. And what a sweet thing to do for your mom.
You REALLY succeeded in tugging at my heart strings, Annette. What a wonderful memory and thanks for sharing.
I think the saying is "what goes round, comes round", the joy you gave your mother has been returned - how awesome.
hugs, Miche'le
What a wonderful memory. And how exciting that you still have that fun little book!
Oh how sweet that you mom kept that little booklet.
What a cute story. I have enjoyed catching up with you a bit today. I received some books (cooking and sewing) of my mom's that I cherish.
Adorable story! I love the picture on the little book-generational quilting!
What a lovely treasure and such a special story behind it!
You have a great blog. I really enjoyed visiting it.
How sweet! I bet it was a nice memory for your mother too!
That is a lovely memory! Do you think about making a quilt from this booklet? It would be a sweet keepsake.
Oh, I remember that!!! I remember I was so excited that I couldn't help myself and I told mom about it before it was time. You remember more about it than I do, but I do remember how fun it was for us to make a surprise for her.
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