Good Morning from a cool and kind of cloudy Knolltop!
Wasn't that elf thing funny? I had a friend from PA send that to me and I laughed for at least 10 minutes. Then when I collected myself, I made one with my kids and me. You can only have five elves, so I didn't stick Bobby in...I should have! What a hoot!
When the kids got home they watched it and we all laughed together! Then while we were milking we were trying to do the dance moves...of course we weren't nearly as good in our barn clothes as we are in our elf outfits!
I said I would share a little more of thanksgiving, so I will now. Today's topic is simple. Linen. More specifically, linen tableclothes. My mom and I love linens and she has a boatload of old linens her mom gave to her. She loves to starch and iron them and hang them up to admire. I have to admit, there is nothing better than a freshly starched tablecloth.
Then it was time to set the table for Thanksgiving we practially had a tablecloth unveiling. She brought them down and we pleasingly spread them on the table, placed the Haviland china around and admired how beautiful the linens were.
Then she said something I hadn't thought of. She said she likes to think about all the people who sat down to dinner with these tablecloths. Who they were, what they were like, what their dinner conversation was like. I had never thought about that aspect of a tablecloth.
Then she brought out another tablecloth for the kids table.
It was equally as beautiful, but it had one interesting mark, it had been patched. Some woman who cared enough about her linens sat down with a needle and thread and took time to carefully patch her tablecloth. It's quite amazing when you think about it. In our world of throw away everything, this wonderful piece of history had been preserved and knowing how much she cared for her linen spurs us onto making sure we treat it with care.