The Broken Chain

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name,In life we loved you dearly,in death we do the same.It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
--Author Unknown--

Sunday, March 16, 2008

After reading Erica's posting, it brought back memories of Grandma doing things with handkerchiefs. It has been a long time, but I think she would make a cradle with a baby in it??? Using her two hands wasn't enough, she also needed help from her teeth to pull parts of the hankie down. Does anyone else remember her doing this? I was always quite amazed with her talent!

Jolene
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