Behold! The Patterns in Your Grandmother's Second Home
Lo, there are many.
In the beginning, the house was without form and void, and blandness lay upon the face of the walls. And Grandmother said “Let there be Patterns,” and there were Patterns.
The living room was filled with a great commotion like that of a thousand Florida rummage sales. A couch, clothed in paisley and draped in stripes, took its place upon the hardwood floors. Throw pillows and area rugs ensconced themselves in all the in-betweens. In every corner was a table, and on every table was a lamp, and on every lamp was a lampshade.
Though the Patterns did not match, they were deemed to be good in their clashing. Yea, verily, all of the Patterns are good.
The front bedroom was given bunkbeds which shall never be removed. Indeed, even when the grandchildren are no longer children, they shall remain in anticipation of future generations.
Other rooms have walls of immutable color, yet the front bedroom was found to be unique in the eyes of Grandmother, for this room had a unified Pattern; thus, its walls were painted to match the Pattern. The doors and the trim and the wall art were also, all in their turn, changed upon the knowing of the room's Pattern.
Grandmother did all of this, although the labor was not hers.
A quilt bears more Patterns than any other thing. It is written. It is so.
Art thou cold? Is it drafty? Doth the temperature feel okay in here? Art thou surest?
Clothe yourself in the Patterns of a quilt. There is one in every room.
These being the generations of the family: Bartholomew was a hundred years old, and begat Johnathan before the war: And Johnathan fought in the war, although who can say if he really agreed with the Confederacy; he begat Joseph upon his return: Joseph moved to the West in search of new lands to monopolize while he begat sons and daughters, the oldest of which was Thaddeus: Thaddeus was the family’s first weakling, yet he begat Aaron: Aaron married your Grandmother, who came with her own unique lineage for she was Scotch-Irish instead of Irish-Scotch.
Aaron and your Grandmother were two, and then they became one. In this union, the Patterns of their lineages were multiplied.
Dost thou require a grilled cheese? We hath cheese and butter and bread in the icebox.
I shall tell your Grandfather to add cheese to the shopping list, though we needst it not. My offspring’s offspring shall always find the ingredients for grilled cheese to be bountiful.
I care not that lunch has happened, nor that dinner shall be catered while the afternoon is still young. You must be hungry!
Walk! Walk o’er the Pattern of the hallway runner, o’er the Pattern of the living room rug, past the Pattern of the dining room tablecloth, and amidst the Pattern of the kitchen wallpaper.
Eat the grilled cheese and be full, my child.