When I was a little girl in southern California in the 1960s, my parents would tuck me in to a makeshift bed in the back of their car and drive through the night across the desert to Tucson, AZ, to visit my dad’s parents. Driving through the night served two fine purposes for my young parents: escaping the heat of the day and making the trip go by quickly for me.
Harold and Ruth, my grandparents, raised their family in Iowa. But after their three boys were married with families of their own, the couple retired to a teeny little house on the outskirts of Tucson. Their middle son (my dad’s big brother) and family lived in town.
I loved Grandma and Grandpa’s place. If memory serves me well, it had two small bedrooms, a kitchen (with a big birdcage complete with screeching bird), a back sewing room with a big hot window, a screened-in front porch with a glider that made a scraping sound when it was in use, and a cautious but faithful road runner who would come to eat snacks Grandpa put out for him.
Their place sat, with its small green front lawn and white picket fence, like a little vision at the end of a long, rut-filled, and dusty dirt road. Beyond the fence was one other house, a big green one where the kindly Flo and El lived (I loved to say their names!), and beyond that, long-thorned cacti and giant threatening jackrabbits. At least that’s how I remember it.
The inside of that little house is somehow tied up with the colors in this blanket. Was it the linoleum in the kitchen? The ceramic tiles? The birdcage? Grandma’s dress? The fabrics in the sewing room? I don’t know for sure. But when I first put these sweaters together, before there was even a blanket in my head, I caught my breath — that’s like visiting Grandma and Grandpa!
The blanket includes vintage buttons to go with the vintage colors :)
I am one year old in the photo below, too small to remember much, but we made this trip many times until my grandma died six years later and Grandpa came to live with us. It’s amazing how much of my affection for the southwest part of this country grew up out of this tiny postage-stamp piece of land.
I’m pretty sure the succulents currently growing inside my house in Illinois owe their little lives to my early and happy memories of Tucson.
“Visiting Grandma” (Size: 61″ x 82″)
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7 thoughts on ““Visiting Grandma” c. 1965”
I love MY blanket :). Best blanket ever!!! Thanks so much Joan.
Your story is as wonderful as your blanket.
Thanks, Diane. It was VERY fun to reminisce my way through the writing of this post!
your story about Tucson brought back many memories for me also.
Wayne and I went there many times.
I loved the blanket.
Aunt Mary, somewhere there is also a photo of you and Wayne at that house with your little Chihuahua — Taco? — and the dog did not want to sit down on the chilly gravel to have his picture taken. Do you remember that?
I love this, Momma! It’s fun to imagine you as a little girl, visiting your own grandparents. And what gorgeous colors in the blanket.