I spent the other day emailing back and forth with my cousin Sally. We really do not know each other very well because I grew up in Michigan and she grew up in California. The other day was the first time we have ever communicated with each other. We had one thing in common, a tremendous love for our Grandma. I was the lucky one, Grandma lived in Michigan. Sally and I spent the day talking about our families and our Grandma.
I don't remember watching TV much at Grandmas' but I do remember sitting in "my" recliner next her recliner. She would knit and crochet all day long and I would sit for hours watching her. She made so many afghans, to this day I wonder how many she did make. I was never bored, I was happy to just sit in the same room with her. When I was a little older she taught me to crochet. She said, "If you can make a slip knot and follow directions, you can crochet."
I made who knows how many granny squares from her left over yarn. She had an oval red vinyl ottoman and we kept my crochet supplies and granny squares in it. I felt so special sitting there crocheting with Grandma and having my very own supplies and ottoman. I am so grateful my mother saved that ottoman for me. I still have my ottoman and when I open it I can still smell my grandma. I often wonder what happened to all the granny squares I made but I am so honored to have my ottoman.