Good morning everyone. We’ve been looking out at a snowy yard for the past couple of weeks, I thought I’d better change my header to reflect the change of scenery here. Found this wintry image on Pixabay, by photo artist Picoflop.
Time for a tale — and today I’m going to respond to two prompts. the Ragtag Daily Prompt word this morning is VOLUTE. Think SPIRAL:

Or think of Jane Kenyon’s verse about “the involute rhubarb leaf, like a mad red brain, thinks its way up…” She wrote some great verses!

I’m also going to respond to GirlieOntheEdge’s Six-Sentence prompt, where the prompt word is ETERNAL.

Grandma’s Story Mat
How fondly I recall the times we sat by Grandma’s rocking chair, on this same volute mat; I’d rub my fingers over the scratchy surface and find comfort in knowing Grandma made it with her own hands. Every month it was a bit rounder as she continued to braid and attach new coils – telling us it was a good past-time now that Grandpa was “resting” and she didn’t have him to look after anymore.
The mat lay near the hearth, so the warmth of the fireplace toasted my back as Grandma wove her stories for us. Only later did we find out what she was up to, and were all amazed when a book written by our grandma appeared on Amazon one day.
Seems she had an eternal fount of stories in her mind, tales of ages past that she’d learned as a child, stories from her own life; she entertained us for hours while Mom was off doing the daily shopping.
When I was ten, sitting by her hearth, feeling the comfort of her love and listening to her tales kept me from despair when Dad was in the hospital – palliative care, they called it – and Mom was spending most of her time with him, sharing their last days as best they could.
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Rope mat Image by Andrew Martin — Pixabay
Beautiful story.
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Thanks for your support.
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I could feel the warmth of the fire on my back 🙂 Truly lovely story, Christine.
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I’m glad if it warmed you a bit on this chilly day. O F here this morning.
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So lovely Christine. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂
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Thank you.
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Ah, the blessing of those innocent days.
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For sure. 🙂 Thanks for your comment.
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Listening to stories from our older relatives connects the generations through shared empathy.
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Very true. Too many of those connections are being lost, I fear. But the elders can be a sheltering rock in our lives. Thanks for your thought.
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Such a beautiful story. I love listening to stories from my grandma too. This brought back many memories 😃
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I’m so glad this tale could jog your memory. 🙂
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What a wonderful and heartwarming story, Christine!
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Thank you for your comment, Dale. It warms my heart. 😉
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🙂
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This is simply delightful, Christine.
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Thank you. Not for me, but a hark back to the good old days for some readers.
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A very enchanting story.
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful and full of warmth 🙂
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Thank you.
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