Spring Break brought a week of “Grandma Camp” at our house, and what a list of revelations I experienced!
1. Less time spent going over emails. Result: consciousness more focused on tasks at hand rather than clogged with internet distractions.
2. Start of Spring Break was Roots Tech conference, pointing me toward family history. I was very family-history-conscious all week.
3. Hey, wait a minute! I’m grandma! Is that why I’m so tired at night when I fall into bed? Because I’m….old? Gasp!
What do I remember about my grandmothers? Precious little. When we went to visit for my dad’s dad’s funeral in 1966, we took a walk to the corner store, and all of a sudden bird poop dropped out of the sky onto my nose. I ran into the house, freaking out. Someone asked what was wrong, and my grandma piped up in her British accent, “A bird crrrrrapped on her nose!” She had lots of cats, and she fed them fish wrapped in white paper from the grocery, just unwrapping it and letting the cats jump up on the counter to eat it. That’s what I remember about her. And my mom’s mother taught us to play Casino and gin rummy. And she taught me to crochet, knit, embroider, sew, and tat. Yes, tat. All of which I forgot and had to re-learn later, except for the tatting. I still haven’t gotten to t’at.
My DH remembers that his grandfather talked about the Boer War. Really! He and his brother called it “The Boring War.” He said his grandmother didn’t have TV. They also didn’t have Lunchables or Happy Meals so they had to eat real food when they visited their grandparents! And the grandparents’ neighbors had ducks and chickens, and they hoped they wouldn’t get impetigo when they went next door to play in the yard that had all the duck and chicken poop. So DH and I have a common thread of childhood memories featuring bird poop!
I asked Granddaughter which patterns I had for doll clothes she would like to help make. Of course, she chose one that was UNBELIEVABLY, HEINOUSLY, FIENDISHLY complex, the Snow White costume! With fuse-able and sew on appliques on the puffy, cuffed sleeves, a stand-up collar, and stuffed-ribbon hair ornament? And they call this Simplicity 5705? Please. D’oh, I should have seen it coming! But why not, when Snow White is such a part of our family culture that Aunt Amber even had a Snow White-themed wedding reception? Grandpa helped out by searching up loads of Snow White videos on You Tube. Our favorites included a Snow White make-up tutorial and a remix of the Wishing Song using scenes from the original 1937 Disney movie.Best part: I didn’t have to buy anything, all the materials were in my remnant stash! The skirt fabric was a JoAnn’s remnant from 2004! Granddaughter did some of the sewing and cutting and ironing. But some of the steps were pretty intense for a 10-year old. She had to take a lot of breaks. The sounds of nana’s teeth grinding and barely-audible utterances of “what the frig?” as I squinted at the instruction sheets prompted brief break-times. And she needed to wheel the cat around the sewing room after he took over the chair.