The Making of an Heirloom

| 9/29/2008 3:38:06 PM

The far-reaching effects of Hurricane Ike were felt even in West Michigan; it came in the form of rain….lots of rain. The deluge lasted three days, without letting up, and by the time the last raindrop fell, we received 10 to 12 inches here ... eight inches of it ending up in our basement.

Eight inches equals a lot of soggy stuff; nearly everything in the basement was stored in cardboard boxes. When the rain stopped, our garage and driveway looked like a soggy free-for-all trashy rummage sale with everything from the basement thrown in heaps. All those packed cardboard boxes of clothes, Halloween decorations, Christmas ornaments, family photos, financial records, and whatever else was down there had to be picked through to see what could be salvaged. What a mess!

Sifting through a disintegrating box of sopping wet linens, I found an old tablecloth – a green, cotton square with a printed border of little hearts, Dutch girls and flowers. I smiled remembering the last time it was used.

The tablecloth

When my oldest daughter, Shelby, was in third grade, she had to bring an old family heirloom to class and give an oral report about its history, using the heirloom to illustrate how people lived and thought in days past. This heirloom could not be a picture. Shoot – nearly all we had were pictures … or trinkets that mean a lot to one member of the family or another, but nothing that would be considered an heirloom with a history behind it. Mom’s house is packed with such things, but she lives hundreds of miles away – too far to drop in and grab something off one of her packed-to-overflowing shelves. My daughter and I searched our house. In a box in the basement, we found a tablecloth that I had somehow acquired from Mom. I called her to explain my daughter’s homework assignment predicament, and find out if there was a story attached to the tablecloth. It looked kind of Pennsylvania Dutch to me, and because Dad grew up in rural Pennsylvania, I thought perhaps it was from his childhood home.

Mom must have heard the desperation in my voice; I know I heard the wheels turning in her head. She thought for a moment before answering my plea with, “That was a favorite of mine when I was young – we used it every Sunday. On Saturdays, I remember helping my mother do laundry, and it was my job to put the clothes through the clothes-wringer before we’d hang them on the line to dry. We used that tablecloth so often, I’m surprised it isn’t worn thin from all those wringings. Your dad – they didn’t have an automatic washer growing up. When one of the kids got in trouble at home, their punishment was to turn the manual crank on the washing machine – and doing laundry in a family with fourteen children was no picnic. It could take all day! Your Dad was a character; he was always in trouble as a kid ... he did more than his share of laundry.” Great – this could work; we’d found something with a bit of history!

Cindy Murphy
10/3/2008 8:53:49 PM

Hi, Lori. Yeah, it tickled me that Mom stretched the truth...just a bit. She is a great storyteller, though she doesn't know it. She makes me laugh so hard my sides hurt sometimes. I could listen to her tell the stories of our family history for hours...and just turning eighty years old this past year, she's got lots of stories to tell! The tablecloth your Grandma made sounds absolutely gorgeous. And what a treasure for you to have, especially since you watched her crochet it. I bet your daughter will cherish it as much as you do.

10/3/2008 7:18:03 AM

Hi Cindy. I love the fact that your mom "twisted" the truth a bit so her Granddaughter would have a story to tell! I have a tablecloth my Grandma made that has become an heirloom. She crocheted it with a sort of thread-like material. It is finer than embroidery thread, but thicker than regular thread. I think the stuff came from an old dress factory. Anyway, I remember watching her work on it. The stitches were so tiny, I don't know how she could see what she was doing. I love that tablecloth, and it only comes out on special occasions. It will be handed down to my daughter, who is now married.

Cindy Murphy
10/3/2008 6:46:59 AM

Hey, Jennifer. Thanks for the suggestion - it's already been done. Keeping things in zip-lock bags is actually something you taught me when you came to visit last year and put all your vacation mementos into a zip-lock bag. It's a nice way to keep everything together, and is perfect for a disorganized person such as myself, who never seems to get things put into scrapbooks, or photo albums. Just pull out the zip-lock, and it's all there when you want to remember the good times. It's a simple trick I'll be using on our family vacation coming up soon. Thanks again....and I'd love to hear the story of your grandma's bean pot sometime.

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