Ever since last fall I've been obnoxiously sitting on the secret of the best-ever Christmas gift for my mama and sisters, but forgot to share it now that Christmas is over. : ) Here's the story:
Back in September I was tasked by my mom to collect newspaper articles from my Grandfather Watson's scrapbook (do you know the story of how my Grandfather Watson was a scrapbooker? It is one of my favorites) so she could petition the Ashtabula County Basketball Foundation's Hall of Fame in Ohio to posthumously accept him as a member. He was a super, super basketball coach whose teams trounced everyone they played in the 1930s (with whopping scores back in the days when basketball must have been very different than it is today).
I've had this scrapbook in my possession for quite some time, so I'm relatively familiar with its contents; however, as I was looking for these articles, I came across an envelope pasted on a page that I didn't remember. Inside was this:
Underneath it, the handwritten caption said it was the Christmas card my grandma (before she was my grandma, just before she was married to my grandfather) made in 1931. No other information was included—but it sure looks like a handmade lineoleum cut print to me. The miracle of technology that is my not-fancy Canon scanner/printer allowed me to scan it, print it on high-grade photo paper, and frame one for each of us.
My grandfather died in 1957, so Marie, Katherine and I only know him from snippets and stories told to us over the years and through newspaper articles, photos, and his scrapbook. My grandmother died in 1986, and we miss her every day. I know that her almost 80 year old Christmas card will brighten all our homes for years to come.