Another found item from my Great Grandmother.
Finding items like this card make me happy that it has survived all these years, but adds to the sadness this time of year often brings. The card belonged to my mother, who, like many children of immigrants, never met her grandparents. I imagine the excitement of the card arriving with Irish stamps, from a person they only knew by their mother’s stories. My mother died when I was 21, so her grandchildren only know her by stories. I don’t mean to sound maudlin. It might be the darkness. (We haven’t seen the sun in a while.) I get a little weepy at the turn of the year, thinking of all the loved ones I’ll never see again. Then, like a good Catholic school-girl, begin to feel guilty about all the loved ones still alive that I have done enough to keep in contact with. I think I need to get outside, even if it is 2 degrees and snowing. My father used to say to “get outside and blow the stink off ya.” I think that goes for the brain as well. Then back to deadline knitting.
So don’t listen to me, go have fun, hug everyone, knit, read, eat and do what ever makes you happy. I send wishes for “good friends and plenty” to all for 2011.