It's my own Grandma's birthday today. Phyllis Lucy West, nee Dickinson, Born 1909.
The best sewer, crocheter, fixer... I remember watching her fixing some dropped knitting stitches, with fascination (and managed to remember because it was interesting).
She was always trying a new technique, finding hit or miss excellent/terrible stuff at the op shop. Talking back to the grumpy old men at Job Warehouse. Helping Mum or us. Being mean to my Dad, who still cried at her funeral.
She was generous, bigoted, easy going. She let me live with her when I studied patternmaking, a 15-16 year old hippie full of fancy, smoking pipes and bringing home all sorts of friends. We had a great year of sewing and whilst we drove each other crazy, we were cut from the same cloth and had a ball.
She was generous, bigoted, easy going. Could cover a chair or lay a brick path.
She let me live with her when I studied patternmaking, a 15-16 year old hippie full of fancy, smoking pipes and bringing home all sorts of friends. We had a great year of sewing and whilst drove each other crazy, we were cut from the same cloth and had a fantastic time.
I still miss you! You would love so many things we've been up to. Like my parents, she was always ready to be so pruod of us all. xxxxxxxx Happy would be 109th birthday!
The best sewer, crocheter, fixer... I remember watching her fixing some dropped knitting stitches, with fascination (and managed to remember because it was interesting).
She was always trying a new technique, finding hit or miss excellent/terrible stuff at the op shop. Talking back to the grumpy old men at Job Warehouse. Helping Mum or us. Being mean to my Dad, who still cried at her funeral.
She was generous, bigoted, easy going. She let me live with her when I studied patternmaking, a 15-16 year old hippie full of fancy, smoking pipes and bringing home all sorts of friends. We had a great year of sewing and whilst we drove each other crazy, we were cut from the same cloth and had a ball.
She was generous, bigoted, easy going. Could cover a chair or lay a brick path.
She let me live with her when I studied patternmaking, a 15-16 year old hippie full of fancy, smoking pipes and bringing home all sorts of friends. We had a great year of sewing and whilst drove each other crazy, we were cut from the same cloth and had a fantastic time.
I still miss you! You would love so many things we've been up to. Like my parents, she was always ready to be so pruod of us all. xxxxxxxx Happy would be 109th birthday!
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What a wonderful tribute to your gram! Hope my grandson think of me half as much!
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