Mar 31

Last night, my paternal grandmother, Sophie Hazel Wininger Crowder, passed away at the age of 102.  She out-lived all the others of her generation by a long shot and when asked why she was still here, her comment was, “I don’t know, but every morning I hear an angel say ‘Mom, it’s time to get up’ so I figure there’s a reason for it.”

Granny gave birth to 10 children, one of whom was still born.  She raised 10 children, because she raised my cousin, Diane.  Granny was one of the sweetest, most loving people I have ever known.  The only other rival in this department was my maternal grandfather whom I loved so very much.

And Granny loved to tell stories.  I grew up hearing all about when she was a little girl (she remembered uncles coming home from World War I), when my dad, aunts and uncles were growing up and she knew more fairy tales than the library at school had.  The best part, is she knew all of our birthdays.  Mind you, there are dozens of grandchildren and great-grandchildren must have numbered near 100, but she knew all of us.  I believe she made it to being a great-great grandmother many times over in her long life.  Her mind was clear and strong right up to the end, even if her hearing and sight were dimmed.


A cousin (the tot in the picture) posted this on Facebook earlier this week and this is how I remember Granny.  That smile, her love for her garden, the children around her and with all her strength and vitality.  She had a wonderful sense of humor and loved to laugh.  She also loved to make quilts and one of her quilts has been on my bed for several years, now.  She let me choose the one I wanted, and I chose a Grandmother’s Flower Garden because it reminded me of her so much.


This was Granny at her 100th birthday party.  And that picture says so much about her.  She loved babies and she loved talking with them.  Just think, these wee ones are almost 100 years younger than her, and yet they got to be held and loved by her.


And here she is at her 102nd birthday.

I am glad for her.  She is in Heaven with Jesus and all of her family, including three of her own children.  My mom is there to greet her and I know there is a huge celebration going on.  With the size of our family, the birthday parties, family reunions or Christmas Eve suppers and bingo games brought family together from all over, and most had well over 100-150 people attending.  She ought to feel at home with the crowd there in heaven.  Granny is home!!


Mar 22

I cannot tell you when I began knitting socks for myself, but suffice it to say it was more than a dozen years ago.  I love my hand knit socks and wear a pair nearly 350 days of of 365 in the year (excepting those days when I actually have on sandles), so my socks get a lot of use.  I have never been hard on my footwear, and I have marveled at how long my hand knit socks have lasted.  Well…


Today, my fears have been realized.  As I was walking, I felt that big toe sticking through the sock and my heart sank.  I love these socks.  They go so well with jeans and I love how comfortable they feel and how well they fit.  And, no, they will not be going into the trash.  After a careful washing in the sink, and once they are dry, I will be darning these.  I have tons of left over sock yarn from other pairs, and I think this will get a wildly contrasting patch – sort of a badge of honor for comforting my feet for many (and many) a mile over the years.

Never would I consider darning a cheap, cotton or acrylic, pair of socks, but I know every stitch in these babies and I will not give up on them that easily.  So, DARN!!!!

Mar 21

Mar 15

Here is Sara Kaye wearing the sweater I made her.  Goodness I want to kiss her and play with her wee toes.

Sara Kaye in Sweater

I hope you all are having a good week.  Mine has been good and productive so far.  Keeping my fingers crossed it stays that way.

Mar 14

Mar 7

I demonstrate spinning cotton on this one and at the end did an experiment that succeeded rather better than I thought it would.