Up before Charles this morning, - quite early, and in the quietness of the morning tending to my knitting as I finished off the toes of the sixteenth sock!
While doing so I held quiet communion with my mother on this, the 53rd anniversary of her death.
I remembered her teaching me to crochet and to tat, but mainly it was knitting we did together; her with her needles flying, me much slower and laborious. During the hard, hard years of the depression she added to the household budget by doing exquisite custom knitting for friends and friends of friends. Beautiful dresses and skirt and sweater ensembles.
In later years, - the years she spent in a wheelchair, she turned her talents to petit point. Some of her pictures were small and delicate, - others of incredible size to me, who found it inspiring how she spent those years of pain and immobility, patiently creating beauty and always with grace and courage. She taught me to knit, but most endearingly she taught me to live by her beautiful example.
Dorothy Emily Grace