GG did not waste anything and liked to give back more than anyone I have ever met. Being GG she took every page and wrote on the back of it. She included what she had done that day, what projects were on the needles, who she saw, gossip, and even what she ate. At the end of the week she put the entire weeks worth in the mail to me. She told me she wanted ME to see the quotes and pictures since I bought it. It became one of the greatest memories I could have of her.
Keeping in mind I would get to enjoy the calendar over the next year, I gave her more calendars each Holiday, then started to give her stamps and envelopes too. After Wonderboy was born, I was so glad to have a written account of her. (Of course I kept every page) She continued, even writing on notecards or post-its to The Boy. He started writing to her as well, even before he could write well. I would have to write as he dictated. If she didn't get a letter I'd hear about it. The two of them made a card and colored it red. The "Red Card" stated that you include it with your letter to get a letter back. If you were not quick, she would get her weekly letter to you before you sent her one, and she'd have something to say about it.
We knew about all her neighbors, the family, and of course her knit group at the Kroc center. When she died, they found another "letter" to me on the table.
I miss her weekly letters.
Dear GG....
Friday June 3rd
It's been an eventful week for us. I'm working on more pieces for shops. I think I've found a good place for most of my things. I have 3 more shawls to block, and one on the needles. Of course there are socks. Socks are never-ending with a teen that's growing. Size 14 shoes are big socks to fill!! I fill in with the "no brainers" at night and crochet flowers and long crochet "ribbons". If my brain is not too tired I make tiny animals.
I finished a cat pillow for a friend.
Wonderboy is making terrific things but not all needlework. He likes to crochet food. Imagine that! His favorite are psychedelic mushrooms. He's sold several.
He's really good at it. At Christmas we had food everywhere. I know you would have laughed that loud, contagious laugh of yours at seeing pizza, carrots, and a strawberry on the tree next to your angels.
He's also drawing and writing songs. He's happy and healthy and i know that's really what you want to hear.
I miss you,
Beth Ann
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