Allow me to introduce my paternal grandmother, Harriet Harding Buch. Grandma Buch was a needleworker. She had a cedar chest full of quilts and embroidered sheets, towels and crocheted doilies. She took the time to share her gift of stitching with a rambuncious 8 year old , when she brought out a handful of floss, a stamped towel and a metal hoop. I remember being captivated…for about 20 minutes. 🙂 I’m sure she wondered if I would ever really be counted among the stitchers of the world. But after growing a bit older and getting through the hectic years of college and after marrying the love of my life those lessons resurfaced and have morphed into an avocation that has made my life so much richer.
Thank you Grandma Buch for your patience with a little girl and for lessons that have stood the test of time.