The attic had long since seen better years, and Julia’s knees no longer allowed her to climb the steps.
‘You’re sure you want this downstairs?’ her grandson asked. He called over his shoulder, shirt sweat stained and shoulder muscles straining beneath the fabric. ‘I ain’t carrying it back up.’
‘I’m sure,’ she told him, watching from the hallway.
She let the men place it, her son and a friend who seemed to always visit when Joshua did.
‘It was my mother’s, and her mother’s before that.’ Six generations it’s clothed.
She patted the old sewing machine.
‘Perhaps seven?’ she smiled.
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Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
What a way to make that announcement! Great piece.
Glad you think so.
I might be reading this a bit wrong, but I have a feeling that the wise grandmother knows that a wardrobe will be opened soon.
I am not sure what you’re talking about but I want to agree…
Warm feelings…
I think the grandmother may be in for a disappointment. Unless grandson and friend decide to adopt. Great take.
I think you might be the only one who picked up on that. Who knows though, it’s a modern world and there are plenty of options.
This brought a smile. Lovely 🙂
I’m glad, thanks for commenting.
Nothing like dropping a timely hint, I guess. Nice one.
Thanks Sandra, I’m glad you liked it.
Sadly I saw her making funeral clothes! 🤕
It made me smile as well.
I did think the grandma had got the wrong end of the stick and the mis-comprehension between her and her grandson makes for good comedy
One never knows, does one?
Surprise, surprise, surprise! Fun story, Carol. A nice, sweet atmosphere in there.