Yesterday I thought alot about my Grandma Grace. I have mentioned her many times here. Charlotte is named after her. She is the person who took me to church as a child. She made me snowman and butterfly shaped pancakes when I would spend the night at her house. She let me help her prepare her Sunday School lessons. She bought me my first camera as a reward for learning my multiplication tables. At 18 years old she gave me her most treasured car...a 1966 Buick Wildcat...it had fins on the back. I loved that car!!!! She tried her hand at quilting and would be proud to know her beloved dining room set (which she left to me) serves as my sewing table and the matching hutch stores my antique quilts and books. I also have the remnants of her quilting "career".
It is still black outside, as I got up at 5 am, so I guess there is no time like the present! I may have a good chunk of them done before anyone else gets up....if I get going!!!!