Day 68 #100DaysOfOldDays

I never knew my father’s mother because she died in 1960, seven years before I was born. I believe she was a lady and I wish I had known her. Her husband, my grandfather, died in ’68 when I was a year old, so I never got to know him either.

I was absolutely thrilled when two days ago, my uncle Philip, Dad’s brother, gave me a beautiful pink damask linen tablecloth that belonged to their mam. I’m a sentimental ole biddy and to own something that once belonged to my grandmother is a big thing for me, especially as I had nothing of hers before this.

This tablecloth was a present to her from my auntie Kay in 1950. So it’s at least 72 years old. It’s beautiful, I love it, especially the colour. The photos don’t do it justice unfortunately!

As you can see, I’m not great with the iron. I don’t get enough practice! I was afraid of damaging it. If you have any tips for safely ironing a linen tablecloth, please let me know. 😊 Not that I’ll be using it on a daily basis but I will take it out for special occasions.

The photos I have of my grandmother are quite old and not too clear. Lucy drew this picture of her from one of the photos.