Found Friday #14: My Grandmother’s Christmas Heirlooms

I know y’all are probably tired of hearing about my Christmas decorations, and, honestly, I don’t blame you. But, ‘tis the season! So, one more post about them, and then I promise I’ll be done.

I wrote a post back in January about my grandmother. She died at the beginning of the year, and I had a hard time processing it. (I had no idea how much harder the year would get.)

After the funeral and once everyone had some time to grieve, her children – my mother and aunts and uncles – set about going through her things, passing them down and making sure everyone got a memory or two. I didn’t ask for much. I’m an admitted packrat, and I catch myself all the time attaching sentimental value to things other people would probably consider clutter, but I felt like there was no one item that could really help me mourn her and remember her. So, I didn’t ask for…anything, actually, and until last week, didn’t get anything.

Boy, did that change. When my parents came to visit for Thanksgiving (after we’d taken some major precautions), my mom brought a packing tub full of dishware, a few very old baking dishes, and, in the kind of perfect timing only a super-mom can pull off, a large collection of Christmas decorations and ornaments.

I quite like this little boot. You’re supposed to fill it with candy canes or other goodies, but there’s a pandemic, and I haven’t been to the store in…a while.

In 2002, I sang in a national choir in San Antonio. We bought my grandmother a little souvenir while we were there. My mom and I couldn’t tell if it had ever been taken out of its packaging, but now, it’s hanging on my tree.

My grandmother also had quite a few Normal Rockwell-themed bobbles. I’m not sure how old they are, and like the Texas souvenir, I can’t tell that she ever even took them out of their boxes.

And, to go with my snowflakes, I now have some lovely, handmade, crocheted bells in both red and white. The red stands out so well against evergreen branches.

So, my tree has a few new pretty decorations, and I’ve got some physical reminders of my grandmother. I didn’t think I needed them, but I confess, I’m glad to have them. Grief’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

10 thoughts on “Found Friday #14: My Grandmother’s Christmas Heirlooms

  1. Thank you for this post, Katie. I have been missing Mom something terrible this week. I have a boot just like that one that Mom made. It’s comforting to see the things she made and touched. She was someone very special, and I know you agree!

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    • I absolutely, 100% agree! I’ve been missing her, too, and having these items around me has been more comforting than I realized it would be. It’s like having a little piece of her here with me.


  2. Hello, Katie, Oh, my, this just made me well up! The relationship across generations of women in my family has been a wonderful heritage. I still have a crocheted snowflake my grandmother made. What a lovely present for you to have these now.

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    • I confess, I teared up a little when I wrote it. Mostly happy tears, though. I miss my grandmother terribly, but having these little pieces of her life and her story remind me that she’s part of mine. Her legacy makes me stronger.

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