Great Grandma's Laundry Basket

I pined over Great Grandma's laundry basket for years, but it wasn't quite my turn to be blessed with its worn smooth edges.  

As Great Grandma grew older, her daughter (my Grandma Louise) would come from Claxton to wash and fold the laundry.  Still I waited.  Now the laundry basket is mine.  Odd what a girl like me falls in love with - I guess that explains why I have her buttons, tea pitchers and now her laundry basket.