A trip to Mom's always sends us home with something good.
Two days ago we dropped by and
came home with bags of frozen peaches and zuchini,
along with some wonderful farm raised pork and beef.
Today we were equally loaded after our visit,
but not with food.
Mom has been saving one of the irons from my grandmother's house for me.
It's incredibly heavy.
My second great grandmother made her living doing other people's laundry.
Flora Mae, my grandmother, outlived two husbands,
leaving her with children to care for.
I've learned these things from Census forms online.
It's amazing the information that is available.
I not only love to dig for vintage items,
but I love to dig for family history.
Can you imagine ironing with one of these?
It's going to take alot of work to get this table back together.
I'm not very handy with these things,
but I'm going to figure it out.
You should have seen the bf's face when I told him I brought home a claw foot tub!
Slip of the tongue there,
but maybe someday I'll find one of those too.