When I was younger, winter time was the time for projects: cutting out squares for patchwork quilts, organizing photo albums, and making scrapbooks. My younger daughter likes projects in the winter too, although her idea of scrapbooking is very different from mine. She uses the colored papers and stick-on letters; I used glue to stick a certificate on a pre-made scrapbook page. But the idea is still the same....make something that years from now can be brought out to remind us of the time we made it.
In the process of helping her work on her scrapbook pages, we had to sort through pictures. Amongst some pictures were letters from Mom. I read some of them. The ones from 20+ years ago were easier than the one she wrote last Christmas when it took her two days to get the Christmas tree up and decorated. One must have been from when I was still living in Texas and she finished making the blue suit that I still wear. Mom liked winter projects too, and she always finished hers. I, on the other hand, managed to only make two, patchwork quilts in 33 years. My scrapbooks and photo albums are still unfinished; hers are neatly arranged and organized chronologically. Everyone at her visitation was able to peruse the photo albums that she lovingly created during her winter projects. We brought them out to remind us, not only of the memories in the photos, but to show what she had made for us.
I didn't read all the letters. I'm not ready for that yet. I tucked them away for now. I hope I'm able to finish that project someday.
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