An Irish Hand Me Down

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Daily Prompt Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life

An Irish Hand-Me Down

The smiles tell a story of joy and happiness at our son’s Anthony Andrew baptism. His great Uncle Dick, (don’t laugh anyone called Richard was nicknamed Dick), is holding Tony Drew  wearing the hand-me down Christening dress. My sister, Judith Andrea, his godmother, is behind him and my grandmother, Gertrude, a young seventy-five, is clutching her purse.

   The dress hand made by my mother’s mother of Batiste (Fine Cotton) and Irish lace that her mother brought from Ireland; the bodice hand embroidered, and the seams  French to prevent fraying and unraveling. The delicate dress was only hand washed, rolled in a towel and then laid out to air-dried. My mother and her sister were christen in it, as well as myself and seven siblings. My son was the first of many grandchildren and great-grandchildren to wear the dress. There is history in this dress.
   This prompt has inspired me to expand this post for claudiajustsaying that I will publish this Sunday.
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4 thoughts on “An Irish Hand Me Down

  1. shariepatty September 15, 2014 at 11:04 pm

    My daughter married an Irishman and lives near the Cliffs of Moher. Every time I see the word Irish I am draw in for I miss her much and I am so thrilled they are happy together even though far away. Your words and photo make me smile.

    • claudiajustsaying September 16, 2014 at 2:13 am

      Shariepatty, Thanks for taking a peak at my post. How did she meet an Irishman and do you visit? We’ve been to Ireland once, so beautiful. My kids are grown and living in ABQ and NYC so we don’t get to see them much.

      • shariepatty September 16, 2014 at 3:28 am

        She went back packing and saw him on her first day in Ireland. He was swimming with Dusty the dolphin and she had biked up the coast to have a picnic and they met each other later in the common room back at the hostel and the rest is history. We have been twice to visit.

      • claudiajustsaying September 16, 2014 at 10:57 am

        Now that’s a love story! Hugs, claudia

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