I’d been remembering how my grandmother used to write sweet and silly little poems to go with hand made gifts. Being relatively poor, gifts that she sewed or baked or otherwise crafted were often given to friends. Of course, the poems had all gone away and I so wished I had just one.
Yesterday, I was cleaning out an old wooden toy trunk from my childhood. Among accessories for my grandma’s old treadle sewing machine, I found this and immediately recognized her handwriting. It must have been the rough draft of a poem to go with some sort of soapy sewn gift.
I am so pleased to have found this precious treasure.
From the scrapbooks that my grandmother, Gladys Corinne Walker, assembled from 1914 into the 1920s. I have selected black and white illustrations for this post. These fascinated me when I pored over the scrapbooks as a child. Many were as tiny as they look in this mosaic. You can click through these as a gallery to view the pictures individually..