My Grandma Harwell's purse was a lesson on many levels. She was not into "things" but taught me their value. She carried a beautiful "Kelly" type bag, of fine hand tooled leather, made for her by her eldest son. Supple glove leather on the inside, in red, golden brown on the outside. A "thing" of beauty to behold, even the jeweled clasp.
Oh, but the contents therein! Tidy and tiny treasures to be sure. A neatly folded "handkerchief" embroidered with purple forget-me-nots, trimmed with Belgium lace. A little crystal bottle of perfume from "Paris" France, in it's own silk velvet pouch, a gift from her second son. Her soft black gloves. Small very expensive scissors, kept in her purse to keep them away from grands like me. A copper picture compact filled with photo's of me of course, lol, ( all her grands,) a gift from my Dad. A dainty coin purse always full. And most important to her, a small red letter edition Bible. I can still see her carrying her purse and herself with the dignity of the true lady she was. They don't make "purses " like that anymore.
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