More Treasured with Time



It’s probably too big for our small cabin, but we wanted to honor the creators—my mom, the designer, and my grandmother the hooked rug maker. With my mom’s love of Native American art, she drew the creatures living near the family cabin in Northern Idaho—the beavers, bear, the eyes of the cougars above the eagle’s wings. There are even depictions of the freshwater trout—the first fish I ever caught in the cold waters of Upper Priest Lake.


The date on the rug is 1974. It hung on the wall in the old family cabin for decades. I admired it back when it was finished, now I find it touches my heart even more. I recently brought it home—it traveled from one cabin to another. Mom would probably smile knowing her art work is here. Grandma would too—she and Grandpa helped build this cabin. I guess you could say we’re a cabin-loving family.


It’s a family legacy that I can now enjoy every day. It’s fitting that it has a new home, even if it’s big—because some legacies become larger and more treasured with time. 

 


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