An old friend , recently, sent a picture of me at a luncheon in the early 90’s. I have a big hat, a light tan and a huge grin. I am wearing a brocade dress of my mother’s made by my grandmother. This is a mythic dress in my family.
My grandmother sewed to support her children. Grandma could make anything. Well, let me amend that statement. She could and would make anything if she liked the fabric and