Sixty years ago my Oma in Holland made this dress for her first Grandchild's Christening. I wore it for my Christening too.
The story of the gown is as touching as the memories it has created. There was great poverty after the war and the luxury of fabrics for a Christening gown was something she could only dream about.
With great determination and great sacrifice, my Oma created this gift with love and devotion.
My Mother has tenderly cared for it all of these years and was happily waiting for the day that her Great-granddaughter would share in the tradition of wearing the gown.
Clare could not have looked more angelic......
....and my Mom could not have looked more proud.
There were tender kisses from her Great Oma......
.....more kisses from her adoring Oma.
Even Auntie Meghan joined in the hugs and joy of this special day.
There was a wonderful meal that we all shared and a dessert that Clare seemed most interested in!
It was all a bit exhausting for our little girl and she later took a restful nap.
There is something so touching in family traditions. When the day was over my Mom cried a few tears and said that she wished her Mom could have been there to share this joy.
I am certain that she was.....and I know she said a sweet prayer for our bitty Clare,
her great great granddaughter who was blessed to wear this gown.
The lovely gown that even generations later has deep meaning and connects a devoted past with a joyous future.