Easter dinner was quiet and casual. It was just the four of us - my son and daughter-in-law, Todd and me. To set the table, I opened the cupboard for the everyday dishes. Practical and familiar. But then something in me paused. "No," I thought. "Easter deserves a little bit of pretty." So I brought down the set my mom gave me, the one edged with delicate violets. The same violets now peeking through the yard, bright and cheerful beside the dandelions.
One thing led to another and white paper napkins felt too "blah." I opened the buffet drawer, the one filled with hand-embroidered cloth napkins, each one stitched with care by hands I never knew. As I sifted through them, I reached the very bottom and found something tucked away: an embroidered dish towel, a bit of brittle paper still taped to it.
"Made by Leta for your hope chest."
Leta Ophelia was my grandfather’s sister, born in 1902. She stitched this piece for her brother’s fiancĂ©e as a bridal shower gift, something pretty to begin their married life. My grandparents were married on June 17, 1925.
This quiet, careful work has traveled a full century to reach my hands - one hundred years held together by thread, memory, and love.
Out of curiosity I googled "What is my relation to my mom's aunt?" I thought the answer would be great-aunt, which most people assume. But it's not, my grandpa's sister is my grand-aunt. Ancestry.com gives this explanation: "A grand-aunt is the name that should be given to the sister of a person’s grandparent, indicating that they are the first generation of an aunt or uncle beyond your parent’s siblings. So, just like with grandparents, saying grand-aunt indicates the familial relation is two generations away." Isn't life grand?

















