Most often since I'm a soap maker and alchemist, thoughts of other days gone by soap maker's enter my thoughts. Personally, my soap making feelings probably aren't limited to my own. Years ago, many, many years ago, my Great Grandmother Lucy probably had similar thoughts and ideas while she stirred the big black kettle of hand made soap on a warm sunny spring or summer day.
I'm in awe of how traits and personalities and mannerisms get handed down through the genealogy pool.
My Great Grandmother Lucy was a soap maker. Most women of the era made soap. However, my Great Grandmother Lucy taught one of her granddaughter's how to make soap, (my aunt Vivian), and in turn she shared that knowledge with her niece years ago. In turn, her niece became a soap maker!
What a lovely story... I think
Enjoy caring and sharing holidays.
Warmly,
Jill 00 (two hugs are better than one) A huge big two hugs to Aunt Vivian for planting the wonderful loving seed.
