Then she decided to make an afghan for each of the grandchildren, “Now I have two done, I’m halfway there, I now have another grandchild, I tell you that goes a lot slower than I ever thought it would, when I started,” she said.

But with that special grandma smile, that feeling only a grandmother can know it will just take me longer.

The words, “My grandma made it for me” are music for any grandma’s ears. That’s where heirlooms are born, after all, it takes lots of patience and tiny stitches to become someone’s special treasure, they will last for years and years.

As my great-granddaughter, Maria, finally gave up and dropped off to sleep in her carseat going down the highway, I recalled how my mom liked to tell how my dad would get the car out and drive around the section back home to put me (his very first baby) to sleep. And that in a Model T. There was nothing quiet or soothing about those motors.

Aunt Norie, P. O. Box 265 Tonganoxie 66086-0265.