Miss Lillian was a fine Christian woman for most of her life & I have enjoyed knowing her for many years. I will treasure her friendship forever! She had a wise, kind, and peaceful spirit and a determination that I greatly admired. I'll always remember her dry sense of humor and her great outlook on life.She loved butterflies an spread them throughout her house. They were even on the bathroom tile!
She would hold Crochet Meetings for anyone who wanted to attend and help them learn the art of Crochet. She was a fantastic cook and would make different desserts for after our meetings. One night after the carrot cake was eaten, we all remarked how different than normal it tasted. When she returned to the kitchen, she found out why . . . there on the counter were the shredded carrots, a main ingredient of Carrot Cake. I've done the same thing myself when I made a from scratch pizza that was missing the tomato sauce base and it tasted "different" too. Plus I was about 50 years younger at the time.Miss Lillian was tireless and could work me right out of the kitchen, especially when she canned apples, tomatoes, and whatever else she obtained.
There's some photos on the video showing the variety of flowers she loved, whether it be an amaryllis, canna, or gladiolus. Look closely at the cactus photo since it has one real one and two crocheted ones. The photo showing Lillian and a friend holding a large green shrub in the yard where Ellen was holding a peach color flower even made the Daily Banner Newspaper.
When she broke her leg by falling over her beloved cat Cali, it didn't stop us. We would simply load both our walkers into the back of my car and off we'd go. Our outings helped us get better quickly because when viewing all the the hobby stores had to offer or while eating lunch out, we didn't think of our aches and pains when wheeling down the store aisles. I eventually rid myself of my walker and I have her to thank for that because one my own, I doubt I would have been as eager to prowl the aisles at these stores and restaurants without her company.
She was willing to try any type of new crochet pattern and on those nights at our meetings, Trisha taught us "Broomstick Lace"-Tunisian, and many, many more. One day Lillian told me that when she and her sister started crochet, their father made their hooks by whittling pieces of wood. She may have started with improvised hooks, but she honed her craft from hours of crochet. One seldom saw her when she didn't have a crochet project in her lap. When her Dad made their crochet hooks because they could not afford them, I know that's one of the ways he instilled in her the "stick-to-it" type of mentality that made her a strong, kind, and devoted friend who I was privileged to meet. I've lost one of the best friends I will ever know but I'm so glad that she's no longer in pain and is with God in Heaven. I know every time I see a butterfly I'll think of Miss Lillian and our wonderful times together.
