Auntie's Embroidery & Sewing

Auntie's Embroidery & Sewing Adding creative thread designs to fabrics for a beautiful you. Thank you for purchasing my product and I look forward to serving you again.

Auntie's Embroidery & Sewing is a home business operation settled in the heart of North Charleston, SC and is the foundation for ~ Lymphedema Lives with ME! ~
Since my early childhood years, I have been sewing clothes and during my career, I sewed for Home Maker Rugs which I sewed the large oval braided rugs that are sold in most retail stores. The name given for my company is from the younger ge

neration in my family, which I have the hopes that their generation will continue the skill of sewing and creating a product through experience and knowledge from their upbringing.

12/24/2025

Christmas Day 2025 falls on the date 12/25/25, a rare numerical alignment that hasn't happened in 100 years (since 1925) and won't happen again until 2125! 🎄✨🎁

Educating read 💯
12/17/2025

Educating read 💯

Desmond Doss climbed the cliffs of Okinawa without a weapon.
Not a rifle. Not a pistol. Not even a knife.
A devout Seventh-day Adventist from Lynchburg, Virginia, Doss had made a vow he would never break: he would save lives, never take them. He called himself a "conscientious cooperator"—he wanted to serve his country, but he refused to kill.
When he arrived at basic training in 1942, his fellow soldiers thought he was a coward. They mocked him, harassed him, threw shoes at him while he prayed. One man promised to kill him in combat. His commanding officers tried to have him discharged for "mental illness." They tried to court-martial him for refusing to hold a rifle.
Desmond Doss wouldn't budge.
He shipped out to the Pacific anyway, serving as a medic with the 307th Infantry Regiment, 77th Infantry Division. In Guam and the Philippines, he earned Bronze Stars for running into fire to save wounded men. The soldiers who once despised him began to respect him.
Then came Okinawa.
On May 5, 1945—a Saturday, his Sabbath—Doss's battalion was ordered to take the Maeda Escarpment, a 400-foot jagged cliff the Americans called "Hacksaw Ridge." Japanese soldiers were dug into tunnels and caves at the top. As 155 American soldiers reached the summit, the Japanese opened fire.
The result was slaughter. Approximately 75 men fell wounded. The rest were forced to retreat, scrambling back down the cargo nets.
The only Americans left on top of the ridge were the wounded—and Desmond Doss.
He refused to leave them.
For hours, while artillery exploded around him and machine gun fire raked the ground, Doss crawled from wounded soldier to wounded soldier. He dragged each one to the edge of the cliff, tied them into a rope sling, and lowered them down to waiting hands below.
One by one. Under fire. Alone.
Between each rescue, he prayed the same prayer: "Dear God, let me get just one more man."
He saved 75 soldiers that night. The same Army that had once tried to discharge him later determined he couldn't have saved more than 50—there wasn't enough time. Doss disagreed. They split the difference at 75.
But the story doesn't end there.
Two weeks later, on May 21, Doss was treating wounded soldiers during a night attack when a gr***de landed at his feet. He tried to kick it away. It exploded, sending 17 pieces of shrapnel into his legs.
Rather than call for another medic—which would put someone else in danger—Doss treated his own wounds and waited. Five hours. Alone. In the dark. While enemy fire continued.
When stretcher bearers finally reached him and began carrying him to safety, their group was caught in an enemy tank attack. In the chaos, Doss saw another soldier nearby, bleeding out and more critically wounded than he was.
He rolled off the stretcher.
Crawled to the man. Treated his wounds. And gave up his litter to save the other soldier's life.
Then, while waiting for the stretcher bearers to return, a sniper's bullet shattered his left arm.
What Desmond Doss did next is the part Mel Gibson left out of the Oscar-nominated film Hacksaw Ridge—because Gibson was certain audiences would never believe it really happened.
Doss grabbed the stock of a nearby rifle—the very weapon he had refused to fire throughout the entire war—and bound it to his shattered arm as a splint. Then he crawled 300 yards over rough terrain, through active combat, to an aid station.
He survived.
On October 12, 1945, President Harry Truman placed the Medal of Honor around Desmond Doss's neck. As he shook Doss's hand, Truman said: "I'm proud of you. You really deserve this. I consider this a greater honor than being president."
Doss became the first conscientious objector in American history to receive the nation's highest military honor.
He never fired a shot. He never carried a weapon. He saved an estimated 75-100 lives with nothing but his hands, his medical kit, and his faith.
The men who once wanted him dead became his greatest defenders. His commanding officer, Captain Jack Glover—who had initially tried to have Doss removed from his unit—later called him "one of the bravest persons alive."
After the war, Doss spent years in hospitals recovering from his wounds. He lost a lung to tuberculosis. The shrapnel and injuries left him partially disabled for the rest of his life. But he never regretted his service.
"I felt like it was an honor to serve my country according to the dictates of my conscience," he said.
Desmond Doss died on March 23, 2006, at age 87. He was buried at Chattanooga National Cemetery.
His story proves something the world needed to see: the greatest courage isn't found in the weapon you carry, but in the convictions you refuse to abandon—even when everyone tells you you're wrong.
Some heroes charge into battle with guns blazing.
Desmond Doss walked in with empty hands and a full heart—and became the bravest man on the battlefield.
"Lord, help me get one more."
He did. Again and again. Until there was no one left to save.


~Old Photo Club

Congratulations to a Woman with a creative mind, skilled hands with the knowledge and expertise in sewing ♥️
12/16/2025

Congratulations to a Woman with a creative mind, skilled hands with the knowledge and expertise in sewing ♥️

She cut up a shower curtain at 2am because she was tired of doing laundry—and accidentally invented the product that changed parenting forever.It was 1946. Marion Donovan, a young mother of two in Westport, Connecticut, was exhausted in a way that had no name yet, no cultural recognition, no support system.The culprit wasn't just the babies—it was the diapers.Cloth diapers were all that existed, and they leaked constantly. Through clothes. Through bedding. Onto furniture. The average mother washed diapers multiple times a day, every single day, often by hand. Diaper rash was nearly universal. And no one—not doctors, not husbands, not society—seemed to think this endless cycle of wetness, washing, and misery was a problem worth solving.Marion thought differently.One night, after yet another diaper leak soaked her daughter's crib, Marion went to her sewing machine. She grabbed a shower curtain—plastic, waterproof, readily available—and started cutting.Within hours, she'd created a waterproof diaper cover that fit over cloth diapers, kept everything dry, yet still allowed air circulation so babies' skin could breathe. She used snaps instead of the sharp safety pins that could stick babies. It was simple, practical, and immediately effective.She called it "The Boater" because it kept babies afloat in their own little boat, safe and dry.She showed it to friends. They were amazed. Other mothers begged her to make them one. So she made more. And more.Then she did what any entrepreneur would do: she approached manufacturers.They laughed."Women won't buy this."
"It's unnecessary."
"Mothers have been using cloth diapers for centuries."
"This is just a gimmick."Marion had heard these men—and they were all men—reduce countless hours of women's labor to "unnecessary." She'd watched them dismiss a problem they'd never experienced as "not worth solving."So she bypassed them entirely.In 1949, she walked into Saks Fifth Avenue in New York City and pitched directly to the buyer. Saks took one look at her invention and immediately placed an order. Within months, The Boater was selling out. Mothers across America discovered what Marion had known all along: this wasn't a luxury—it was liberation.In 1951, Marion sold the patent for her waterproof diaper cover for $1 million—an enormous sum at the time, especially for a woman inventor.But Marion wasn't done. She'd solved the leak problem. Now she wanted to solve the washing problem entirely.She began designing a fully disposable diaper—one that could be thrown away after a single use, eliminating laundry altogether. She created prototypes using layers of absorbent paper. She tested materials. She refined designs.She pitched it to manufacturers again.And again, they said no."Mothers will never throw diapers away," they insisted. "It's wasteful. It's absurd. Women don't mind washing diapers."Except women did mind. They minded washing dozens of diapers daily while caring for infants, toddlers, and households. They minded the rashes, the smell, the endless scrubbing. They would have loved to throw diapers away.But the men controlling manufacturing budgets couldn't imagine it. Or wouldn't.Marion's disposable diaper design was rejected by every major company she approached through the 1950s.Then, in the 1960s, a Procter & Gamble engineer named Victor Mills—whose own grandchildren were visiting and generating the usual mountains of laundry—suddenly understood what Marion had been saying all along.He developed Pampers, the first mass-market disposable diaper, using principles remarkably similar to Marion's rejected designs. The product launched in 1961 and changed childcare forever.Marion never received credit for inspiring the disposable diaper revolution. Mills and Procter & Gamble got that. But anyone who understands innovation knows the truth: she saw it first. She designed it first. She was just a woman ahead of her time, pitching to men who couldn't see past their own assumptions.Marion didn't let the rejection stop her from inventing.At age 50, she earned a master's degree in architecture from Yale. She continued creating, designing, and patenting solutions to everyday problems throughout her life. By the time she died in 2011 at age 94, she held more than 20 patents—for household items, closet organizers, dental tools, and more.She never stopped seeing problems other people ignored. She never stopped building solutions other people dismissed. And she never apologized for making life easier.Today, every parent who uses a disposable diaper owes Marion Donovan a debt. Every parent who's ever been grateful for a waterproof diaper cover, who's avoided a midnight crib change, who's had even one day of slightly less laundry—has benefited from a woman who refused to accept that exhaustion was just part of motherhood.Marion Donovan didn't just invent a better diaper. She invented the radical idea that women's time, women's labor, and women's exhaustion mattered enough to be solved, not endured.She took a shower curtain and a sewing machine and turned invisible work into visible innovation.And when men told her mothers didn't need her invention, she let mothers decide for themselves.They chose freedom. Every time.

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Sewing and repairing patches 🇺🇸

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