I am having scanner issues. Grrr. I am going to re-load my scanner to my computer and hope that solves the errors. It is a brand new scanner. I shouldn't be having issues, yet here I am.
Anyway, the reason I bring up my scanner woes is that I really wanted to upload some pics of my grandmother for you to see, as she is the BEST person I have ever met, and I want to share her with you.But you will have to wait until tomorrow ( I say with my fingers crossed) once my scanner is up and running.
Today, I will be taking a few final shots of my angel ornaments and scanning some shots of me and my grandmother to illustrate my story. That is what today is for. Simply read through your story and either take photos or gather photos that will help you illustrate your story. Oh, and print out your story!
Speaking of stories here is my story that I wrote yesterday.
My grandmother and I did everything together. Every weekend we would get together to craft, create, and share life with each other.
In November of 1998 my grandma Irma and I were making these darling Raggedy Ann and Andy angels to add to my Christmas tree decorations. It was my grandmother and her eye for spotting anything cute that found the pattern at Ben Franklin. I had been spending lots of extra time with my grandmother because she was not feeling well, but she seemed to light up and enjoy our time creating together. I had hoped that this project would lift her spirits.
That year time together would not be enough, as she passed away before Thanksgiving and before we had a chance to finish these darling ornaments. This moment was the most difficult and heart wrenching moments of my life. It was as if my grandmother knew I would need these little ornaments to help me get through it all. I finished making these ornaments by myself that year. It was hard, sad and therapeutic all at the same time.
I cherish these ornaments as I alone know their real story and purpose, and I make certain I get to put a few of these angels on the tree myself before the hands of little girls grab them and place them haphazardly on the tree.
As I hang these angels on the tree and look at them over the Christmas season I am reminded of the importance of family, especially my grandmother, as these ornaments are the last thing we created together…angels.
Care to share your story? Leave a link in the comment section, I'd love to read your story.