My mother’s mother {Grandma G} was a teeny little woman with big brown eyes and porcelain skin whose home and appearance were always impeccable. I have so many good memories of her – the scent of fresh soap that was always around her and her love of entertaining and generosity to name a few. I remember the way she decorated and wanting to grow up to have a home just like hers. She passed away a few days after my 16th birthday and her items remained in my parents basement until a few years later when my mom started to clear things out. I was 20 at the time, already married, and my mom gave me a box of ornaments that she {my mom} considered old. She was going to throw them away if I did not want them. I am forever grateful that I found the beauty in the contents of that box and have those treasures to share with my family each and every Christmas.
I found the bubble lights a few years ago at a local gift shop and they are the perfect complement to my vintage memory tree.
memory lane Christmas hugs, mb
