Life lived with purpose: My Legacy
It’s a well-used oblong velvet pin cushion; a fabric square faded nearly the color of dried blood slipped over an unknown form. Wrapped four times about the middle is a stretched out strip of elastic stuck in place by a white-headed pin. Several large hat pins secure faintly shiny leaf-shaped sequins from a forgotten project. A small wooden spool of Coats & Clark’s (Textured Nylon, price: 15 cents) is dropped over the remaining pearl-headed hatpin.
It always sat on my grandmother’s dresser. A sweet, calm, centered, hard-working farm wife during the Depression, she lived her life with purpose. My legacy.
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