Saturday, August 22, 2009
Today I found Gigi's apron - the one she made for me about ten years ago.
I had forgotten how detailed it is.
It must have taken the "late seventy-something" saint quite a while to finish.
Gigi (remember pronounced with hard 'g's) was from Norway and though she had lived in America for more than 50 years, her accent was still strong and beautiful.
She had this habit of everyone once in a while, quickly sucking in her breath and making a "tsk" sound at the same time. At first, it startled me until I realized this was just Gigi's Norwegian way.
And though wrinkles had taken over her face and her fine hair was white, she still had a very girlish look and way about her. She was charming!
Today I remember a dear friend who no longer lives on earth, except in the hearts of her friends and family.
Thank you, Gigi, for the beautiful apron. I will pass it on to my granddaughter, along with her great, great, great grandmother's apron.