A Phone Call
A phone call today at three in the afternoon would have been oh so nice. There are things I think of that I need to ask Elvera in regard to “do you remember . . . do you still have the recipe.” I am sitting in my sewing studio having just finished a fairly large project. Threads and snips of fabric need to be tidied up for the next project, whatever that may be.
While I am sitting at my computer desk I have a 180 degree view of our basement and that that is how much of our basement area the sewing studio encompasses. I was fair. We still needed the rest of the area for the furnace, softener, 1/2 bath, etc. When I have a first time visitor here in the studio I hide a smirk as I can see their glances going up and down and to the right and to the left. Yup, there is a lot down here and I know just where everything is when I need it or I am asked if I have such and such to share.
When I look over the top of my laptop, I see the one and only thing that I have from Elvera. I am sure it was from a Target or Gordmans store. It is a 4″ x 6″ standalone plaque with the saying “I smile because you’re my sister and I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it.” It has her signature smilie face and her own signature. I know she enjoyed receiving my latest when I would crank out something specifically for her, either crafting, crocheting, needlepoint, greeting cards or quilting as evident of the placement in her home. When I would go to Stewart and actually sit across from her for coffee there would be a show and tell of what she had been sewing and quilting. Today it just struck me . . . HUH! I had best take care of that plaque.
Elvera did give me our Grandma Laura Wendlandt’s rocker. My Mom and Dad had been the recipient of it years ago. Dennis and I enjoyed putting life into it. It needed springs, putty and love. Now it is a very favorite rocker of mine to read in. 
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a Laura was really short and thus the rocker is low, but by golly I can do it. I am quite sure by the looks of the rockers that are from different wood it was customized to just her size.
For me, myself and I . . . there is much sentiment within me and I have room for more. The treasures that I have from family members gone get peeked at, unfolded, admired and then lovingly they get to remain safe. I have many of them labeled just in case they go to a new home someday.
Today, right now, I need to get in gear and wrestle up some supper. Thank goodness for leftovers that can be given a re-make, just like Laura’s rocking chair. In the freezer there is some pork roast that was chunked right along with some of the roast’s dripping. It is going to become meat and gravy over instant mashed potatoes with a vegetable on the side and some raw sliced English cucumbers. It’ll work.