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Cloth Calendars (Jeanne)

See 17 old-fashioned linen calendar towels that lived in retro kitchens -  Click Americana I'm not sure why this became our "thing," but my mom wanted to have a cloth calendar to hang on the wall in her kitchen each year and buying it for her became my goal. I used to find them in stores like Pier I, but as the years went by it got harder and harder. Then online shopping made it a breeze, though I had to order it for her birthday so she wouldn't get worried about not having one for the next year.


When dad died and Louise inherited the house and everything in it, she went through the cloth calendars and wrote down all the years' worth (see pic at left) and I made a list of the missing years (below). I'm not sure what happened to those . . . but I'm pretty sure Mom originally had them. My mom *always* had the annual cloth calendar up on the wall! I think I had originally planned to complete the set(?) or was just being compulsive about the list.


It doesn't really matter, but I thought I'd make a record of it here for posterity. I'm getting rid of scraps of paper . . . and I'm pretty sure Louise already got rid of the fabric calendars. I had initially planned to continue the tradition in Mother's memory, but Louise didn't want them. Time to move on! (I grabbed a random stock photo for the top of the page because I don't have any pictures of the actual calendars . . . I think they are long gone tea towels to rag bag items!)




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