A blog from a fellow card maker prompted me to post on her blog of the memories it stirred

what wonderful memories of my dear Grandmother Huber this brought to my mind.....I  spent a few weeks each summer with her at the farm and I can still vividly recall the little beds she made for my doll out of an oatmeal box and the soft cats that she made for me out of her scraps. They raised all their own food and her cellar was filled with can after can of her produce. The chicken on Sunday was as fresh as the homemade butter and noodles....a quarter of her pies was a normal serving size. And yes she cooked with lard!! I can still smell the smoke house filled with hams and such! She lived to be almost 100 and her legacy of nightly prayer on her knees remains an inspiration to me. Aww I hope that I can measure up to her standards in the eyes of my 6 (soon to be 7) grand babies!