This week, I was lucky to be able to visit one of my longtime readers, known in the comments section here as MMHoney. She is a hoot.
Next time I visit her, I’m going to bring Georgia because I know they would enjoy meeting each other. When I am old, I want to be like Georgia and eat my jam with a spoon right out of the jar, and I want to be like MMHoney and shake my cane at people who come to see me.
That looks like so much fun, I want a cane RIGHT NOW!
MMHoney grew up on a farm not far from where I live. She can do it all and she is one of the grandmas and great-grandmas who did everything many of us are trying to learn now. After she left the farm, she worked and raised three children in the 1950s all by herself–and sent them all to college. She is someone to be admired for many reasons, not the least of which is that she is still, in her 80s, setting an example by being one of those little old ladies who is so much fun to be around. Can’t you just tell?
And she’s really feisty!
MMHoney is the one who sent me my Treasure Trove book. She was also an avid crafter in her day and she shared some of her craft stash with me during my visit. I had a lot of fun looking at the vintage craft patterns and ideas. Would you like to look at some of them, too?
She’s a serious craft stasher. I want to show you this bottle with the old crochet hooks. They kept them in cornstarch to keep them from rusting.
She sewed many aprons in her time.
This one is a half apron with cross stitch on gingham.
Check out the cute walnut mouse (and there’s walnuts!).
A crocheted vase.
Create a snowland!
Or a butterfly!
How to make an ornament angel (out of tulle).
MMHoney showed me one she made. It’s gorgeous.
She also shared some old recipes with me. Toffee Orange Bars. That’s gotta be good.
This one is handwritten, so you know it’s true when it’s just called Real Good Rhubarb Pie.
I kept getting sidetracked on one thing or another, wanting to keep looking at it, and she’d take it away and say, “We have to move on!” And smack me on the head with her cane. (I’m just kidding about that last part! Maybe.)
She took me on a tour of her garden and to her cute little shed in the back where the ceiling was lined with traffic court summons. The teenagers in her neighborhood would always come over and tack up their traffic violations, as a sort of ritual.
Her place was the neighborhood hang-out. You know why, of course. She was the fun mom on the block. She was also once upon a time an avid gardener, and I made off with a cutting she’d rooted for me from her big blackberry bush.
I’ll be sharing more of her recipes and craft patterns soon (and in detail) for the holidays. Right now, I’m gonna go find me a cane. And then everybody better watch out!