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I've gotten it in my mind, I have not enough to do, therefore, I have chosen to begin writting about my life, from the birth, 'til now. I have given much thought to what would be said, other than remembering. I will post pages as I finish in sequence of living years. Nothing before it's time.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Grandmas sewing machine


I got a phone call the other day from my Uncle Bill, my Dad's brother. I thought it strange, he would come for a visit, all of the elders are gone and he has nothing left to bring him back.
His voice still being rugged and demanding, he asked,
 "Can I stop by for a visit?"
How do you tell your dad's brother, no. I was good with it, as we talked, he told me he had brought the sewing machine, grandma wanted me to have, Grandma had made it clear to the family, it was to be.

Grandma,
Wilmoth B. Crow-Smith-Cunningham,
Born: December 1, 1910
Died: March 7, 2003

Her Famous Quote:
"Do the right thing, and you will never do the wrong thing."

spoken to me as a young woman of 20, when life was such a mess.

Grandma was living in Tennessee at the time of her passing in 2003,
since then
Jackson, TN, had a horrific 2008 tornado.
Which leveled my cousin's business.
Killing several people, being sure it would take a very long time to recover.








On July 26, 2011, I received the sewing machine that was gifted to me from my grandma. I have no idea the reason for delay in the gift. I had thought during this time of asking for it but my Uncle was left as executor of the Estate and it would be his duty to let me know when the time was right, and give it to me.
Grandpa, Lloyd Robert Cunningham, not my maternal grandfather, but a really good grandpa.
I miss them both terribly.

When my Uncle brought it in the house, he seemed anxious to put the machine together, I needed time to absorb what this means to me and what to do. I didn't want to be rushed, I wanted it to sit on the dining room table and take my time, spend it with the effort to put it together again. This machine made my new clothes as a child, new clothes for school, new p.j.s for winter, it always amazed me, the clothes would fit, she lived so far away, Not just some of us grandkids, but all of us. My Uncle honoured my request of leaving it and allowing me the time.
I needed to enjoy my alone time with grandma.

It is my treasure!

This machine now sits in the dinning room of my home as a treasure.
Fact be known I have received the sewing machines of both my Grandmas.
I wonder if Betsy Ross wasn't in the mix somewhere?
In the family history search, looks like
Patrick Henry,
could be there.


* footnote, both of my Grandmothers carried the name of Bernice,
                  My mothers; mom: given name, Bernice.
                  My fathers; mother, middle name Bernice.
My Dad, Uncle, and Aunt, always called their mom Mother, guess she liked it better,
but we always called her grandma and she didn't seem to mind.


'til next time,

wild clover