I love this photo! My Grandma Elliott’s kitchen.
It wasn’t a large kitchen, but my did it have “character”. Red and white everywhere. (in fact, this photo must have been a special occasion, because red and white checkered tablecloth was the norm) And chickens. Big chickens, little chickens…lots of ceramic chickens! Those were the two main themes in her kitchen. They were the decorating themes (and now that I’m the grandma, I find myself buying chickens! And of course, the Fiestaware…notice her green Fiestaware?). But the major theme was love. Family, food, and love.
Many of my childhood memories come from sitting at that kitchen table. Making projects, like sequenced foam refrigerator magnets, or crocheting chains of yarn, working on homework or completing piano lesson workbooks. I think I learned to color there, in the lines.
And grandma…she stood at the enamel gas stove, cooking supper. And the sink, washing dishes. Cooking and cleaning, nurturing and encouraging, feeding and loving. Just like I want my kitchen to be…the heart of the home.
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I have many memories about that kitchen as well. Sausage and crackers. Sandwiches with different lunch meats but always butter instead of miracle whip. Coffee. Ice Tea. Eggs. Milk. In the next room (Dining Room) there was a very large old bible that belonged to Grandpa Elliott. Anyone know where it is?