
Now the table holds a mishmash of notions from all three of us. If I need something, I can usually find it in there. Today while rummaging through it I found 6 thimbles. I know which are mine as I never worked in fields, so my fingers are smaller than theirs. There was even a tiny thimble I used as a child. It could have been saved by either one of them. Grandma's quilting thimble is the largest and the oldest.

Above is a photo of Mama taken in 1949.
I am showing only 4 of the thimbles because I am using the others to make a moulded leather flower. The tiny one is mine.
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