Saturday, April 7, 2018

My Creations - Bag with Pockets Galore, Zipper Closure .... 2 Small Bags too




                                                     
                                                         ElizabethCreatsons - HandBag 

                                         

That Long Swing


                                       


I have a grandson who likes to swing in his swing that hangs from a support beam on their deck.  It's fastened good... and he swings as high as he can go. 

Takes me back to the swing we had for a short time, hanging from a very high limb of a very high tree.  That kind of swing goes waaayy back and waaayy forward... it's a lazy day swing.  It just goes and goes... that slowww ride that  takes you to the sky and back... I loved it.

But when the rope broke, there was no one who wanted to climb that huge cotton wood tree and out on a limb to put a new rope up for the swing.  That swing was, then, but a memory.. but what a ride it was!!

Much of our childhood is but a memory.. and we remember things that stood out at the time.. God and bad.. but it's in our heads to recall.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Little Grandma

 Little Grandma was her name.  She wasn't my grandma, she was my cousin's grandma and to distinguish their 2 grandmas, one was called Little Grandma because she was a little woman, short in build, with a head of white hair rolled up in a bun on top.

Little Grandma lived in the country in a big house with a basement we called the cellar.  It was a nice cellar to go to in the hot summers.  Family get togethers were nice when we could all go down in the cellar and finish cooking the food on the old wood cook stove and eat on the big picnic table, all down in the cellar.  The temperature must have been 15 degrees cooler than outside.

Fried chicken, cakes, pies, watermelon, ice cream.... and we knew our cousins back then... families got together after church... all the food and fun too.  We knew one another.

Little Grandma lived alone.  Her husband died some years before I knew her.  She mowed her yard with a push mower with a basket on to catch the grass. She took the fresh green grass to the rabbits in their cages... white fluffy rabbits.. grey rabbits... and a ton of little ones. She'd put the fresh grass into the cages and the rabbits went to town on that fresh meal.  It was only later that I realized those rabbits were being raised for someone's dinner.  Little Grandma sold them to whomever wanted rabbit dinner .. and many did, for she sold them as fast as she raised them.

Later I saw that old house long after Little Grandma had died.  It was older than I remember... spookier than I remember... needed paint and fixing, but it was not going to get the fix or the paint.. Time had caught up with the house..  The days I spent there were but memories.... and nothing ever looks the same as an adult, as they did as a child.

But on my birthday every year, I get a card from  that cousin I spent those summers with in that old house. It was her Little Grandma..I was just given the privilege of calling her by that name

Saturday, March 10, 2018

     Sampling of Notes for Folks

                                                  Notes for Folks - ElizabethCreations


Bold and Brights with Black

                                                   Quilt Top - ElizabethCreations
                                   

Thursday, February 15, 2018

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Monday, September 25, 2017


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Sunday, June 18, 2017


                           
                                                            I am phasing out my large handbags.