Tucked away in a quiet residential neighborhood of Salt Lake City, Utah is the mysterious Gilgal Garden. But is not a regular garden. It's a garden of stone. It’s easy to miss; in fact, Madge did miss it on the first pass since it’s a very narrow sliver of land next to a house. Only a simple blac...
Opening an online shop to sell my vintage collection was a conscious act to de-clutter. Naming the shop Madge’s Hatbox, after my grandmother, was a loving nod to her years as a milliner. Then a chance remark by my aunt sent me on a journey in search of a hat shop my grandmother o...
The Search for MadgeRegular readers know that MadgesHatbox is named in honor of my grandmother Madge Beals Meredith who was a milliner in her younger days. Little did I know, when I made that decision, an adventure was in store. A chance remark led me to try to find a hat shop Madge opened in Scoo...
For those of you following along with my journey to find the history of grandmother Madge's career as a milliner, you might remember a previous post that included a letter from Mrs. Margaret Steely in Chanute, Kansas. That letter was one of the first clues I had about Grandmother Madge's hat shop....
As the car eased out of the motel parking lot, a thought was nagging in the back of my brain. Was I wasting my time? Any contemporaries of my grandmother were long gone. Maybe too much time had passed.
This whole quest had begun by happenstance. Opening a shop to sell my vintage collection was ...