I remember Grandma Patrick’s kitchen in her apartment. I remember the old-fashioned sink. I remember the sewing machine near the window. I remember the table with the gray-patterned cotton tablecloth. I remember her napkin holder that sat on the tablecloth on the table.
After my grandmother died I took a few things to remember her by. I took her aluminium stovetop coffee percolator, I took that gray-patterned cotton tablecloth and I took her napkin holder. Years later, after my mother died, I took the sewing machine too.
Most of these things created some points of contention between Dean and me, but the one that is still on-going is the napkin holder. It’s pure mid-century modern with its starburst pattern on one side (there was one on the other, but it fell off and according to Dean could not be soldered back on). I’d love to have it sit on the kitchen table holding our napkins — and it did for a while until I quit using paper napkins.
I’ve tried other uses for it. I hooked it on a nail in my office wall to hold cables. I used it to hold small notebooks on my desk. Both of those uses were short-lived because the napkin holder is just too light. It’s meant to hold paper napkins on a kitchen table.
I don’t know what to do with it other than put it in the kneewall with my other memories, but I feel that it can be used for something!
I have an old candy tin that contains tatting materials that, I was told, belonged to my maternal grandmother, Lois Green. It holds crochet hooks, all with small to tiny to nearly microscopic hook ends, tatting shuttles and other things I don’t know the names for, some of which might have nothing to do with tatting.
One of the tatting shuttles is sterling silver and engraved with initials. At first glance I thought it was L. P. But it is possible, since my grandmother’s married name was Lois Green (nee Koeser), what looks like a P could be a very fancy calligraphic G. Otherwise I don’t know who it belonged to. Her mother’s name was Emma Koeser (nee Theide) — Could it be a fancy K or T? Her stepmother’s name was Josie Koeser (nee Barnes).
When I first figured out what this tin contained, I thought perhaps I’d learn to tat. I’ve since changed my mind.
The tin holds other mysteries. Like these plastic clips. I wonder if they are plastic bobby pins. Oddly, Google is no help.
There are also a few lapel pins in the tin. One is a moose, which I am sure has something to do with the Moose Lodge, but the other has what looks like a medical symbol on it.
My best friend in middle school was Cindy (she goes by Cynthia now) and one year she gave me a stuffed Humpty Dumpty. I don’t know why — maybe we had a secret joke about Humpty Dumpty or something, but I found it at my mom’s when we were clearing out her stuff.
I was not positive it was the actual Humpty Dumpty that Cindy gave me because my mom used it as a pattern for her own stuffed Humpty Dumptys. But those stuffed Humpty Dumptys were stitched from fabrics that I remember from other projects.
It will likely go in the kneewall with the other stuffed animals.