There Is No Place Like Home

Starting a new year is usually steeped in anticipation and excitement for what is in store, what lies ahead. This year was no exception. I am excited to continue with the T Block quilt along, improving my flying geese skills, possibly finishing Wishing You Good Will and starting the tulip quilt top along with continuing with a few other started projects but…

On January 1st I was determined to find my parents wedding album for that one certain picture I wanted to frame.

Instead of finding the wedding picture, at the bottom of the huge steamer trunk I found three cross stitch samplers I didn’t remember seeing before, but I must have. Only one had the makers initials and date.

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Eighty three years old, done by C.L., 1935 ~ who was C.L. ? I had an idea. I have quite a few things in our home that belonged to my husbands first wife who passed quite young (may her memory be a blessing) Questioning him on her parents names, I learned her mother was Kathleen Loen. I had the L and a little digging with Ancestry I discovered Kathleen’s mother was Clara Loen born 1904 in Washington. This had to be hers. She was thirty one when she did this and I can imagine how proud she must have felt to have this hanging in her home.

Mystery easily solved and I have started the new year with a priceless memory from the past. She is no longer at the bottom of the trunk!

Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.

 

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