Well, okay, maybe three or four lives…but who is to say how many more it will have?
My “Gramma B” is who I get my love of all things handmade, my desire to remake everything I get my hands on, and my DIY instincts from. There are many other traits and characteristics I received from her, but for the purposes of this blog, we will leave it at that. ;->
We sold her house a few years ago, before she died, and almost all of her belongings went to family members. One of the items I asked for was the iron bed that lived in their spare bedroom. I wish I had a before photo, it probably looked like this at one time:
But I’m only guessing, and going by my Mom’s description from memory. You see, my Grandma and Grandpa lived in small farm houses, the kind with slanted ceilings and low walls on the second floor. So, my Grandpa, being a resourceful farmer, took the ornate Victorian style iron bed and cut it down, so it would fit under the slanted ceilings. I remember it looking something like this in my childhood, (minus the vertical rods on the foot board, as Grandpa had cut those out, too) in chipped white paint, and almost always covered with one of Grandma’s quilts: