Straw hats and bonnets and apron take me right back to that
white frame house where my Grandma Hylton lived.
Her house much like her was simple.
Things that I treasure now as beauty she just saw as functional.
I can see her now in her straw hat and apron coming up from the garden well tended.
Sometimes she would wear a straw hat.
Sometimes she'd be wearing a bonnet.
Apron string tied around her middle
barefooted of course.
This time of the year she might be still cutting salad
or sowing new seed.
Grandma didn't wear her hat to church.
I guess she say no need.
I never saw more elegance than
an old woman, a hat and some seed.
This hat isn't the one my grandma wore but it definitely brought those memories of her right back to my mind. She has been gone for quite some time now but her memory has faded from my mind at all. I even catch myself still speaking of her as I might have talked with her just yesterday.
If your fortunate and your grandmother is still living I encourage you to spend time with her.
It will surely add meaning to your life that can't be put into words.
Thanks so much for the visit.