I don't know what I'd do without MH. MH is Mike Harris, my husband, so I think MH is a very fitting acronym for him in my blog. He did something very sweet for me today. It was so sweet it made me cry sentimental tears of joy mixed with a little sadness. I have held up real well over this flood until today. MH went back into that store building one more time to look for something special. He remembered that he had put something way up high on top of a filing closet. The 2 filing closets were used to store all kinds of wonderful sewing books, many of which can never be replaced. The books inside, of course, are covered with black mold now; but what he found on top was completely undamaged. He brought home a big box of photos. You see, in 13 years of selling smocking and heirloom goods, lots of mothers, aunts, and grandmothers made beautiful things for their children and they'd often bring or send me pictures of the children wearing those garments that were so lovingly made. I want to express a big thank you to everyone who gave me pictures. I will never forget what a wonderful time I had working with all of you in my former heirloom business and the photos really do bring back sweet memories. Who knows what the future holds.... MH thinks I must have been meant to participate in the sewing world in some way. And he thinks God must mean for me to have that fabric and lace or He wouldn't have allowed me to keep on rescuing the goods.
The whole experience called for another time of reflection in the back yard so this time I focused on the knockout roses. You'll just have to endure another close-up photo. Maybe I'll learn how to take something besides close-ups of flowers one of these days.
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.
Alphonse
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That was very sweet. And a much needed charge for you I am sure. I gasped when I read that your treasured library was covered in mold now. I am so sorry. I can't imagine how hard this has been for so many. Hang in there.
I am thankful that in the midst of such loss and sadness, you still have the gift of photographs and the beauty of roses.
The worst thing about the "treasured library" was that I was holding all of those books to donate to our public library, but was merely keeping them in storage until we can get the new library built. The current library facility just doesn't have room for them. I had made our librarian swear that she would never put them in a book sale without letting me buy them back.
Looking at the flowers does provide some balm to my soul, but my photography skills must improve. I finally found my tripod today and that should help. I had left it at my 2nd home - the library!
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