I was blessed to get to have my great-grandmother Erie Diamond in my life until my senior year in college. She lived to the age of 97, passing away in spring of 1997. She outlived several of her children, including my paternal grandfather Papa Pete. It was when I lost my Papa when I was 15 that mine and Grandma Morgan's relationship went from close to very special. She lived at the time with my Great Aunt and Uncle. We began writing to one another. We wrote about our Christian faith and how it sustained the both of us through life's tragedies and uplifted us in the good times. Several of my great aunts and uncles on that side of the family have told me through the years that she didn't see them without telling them about how I visited her and remembered her with cards for every holiday and sometimes for no reason at all. She would tell them with such pride that I remembered her when I traveled and sent her a postcard everywhere I went and how she loved to receive and read them. She dearly loved and thought the world of my mother, and the feeling was mutual. Since my parents were divorced, I think her afghan gift was a special gesture she wanted to do for me even moreso, and it means the world to me.
When she died, my Great Uncle Bud and Great Aunt Janie came to me and told me that she wanted me to have an afghan that she had crocheted. A few days after the funeral, their son my cousin Bill proudly brought the afghan to my house. I love the intricacy of this afghan pattern. As a "Wizard of Oz" fan, the rainbow coloring is absolutely perfect for me. This has a place of honor displayed in our Oz themed guest bedroom that houses much of my Oz collection.
I hope you enjoyed the picture of my family heirloom and the story behind it and the maker.