I'm not a "heart" person, but somehow I keep taking pictures of them, and they're some of my favorites. The second picture is particularly meaningful...it's a tin sandwich cutter that belonged to my great-grandma. She made everything (everything!) by hand and from scratch, flawlessly. (That includes the shorts she made for me every year, and she used the most awful leftover fabric...ugh. I had no less than 5 pairs of paisley shorts one summer. They were very well-made, though.) Sometimes when I get frustrated while sewing or baking, I try to channel her talent, but it hasn't worked yet. Maybe someday. Her kindness and her love for her family live on through my grandpa, who learned sewing, baking, canning, and gardening from her. I beg for stories and advice every time I visit, so hopefully I can pass it down to my kids.
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