There was a time when I sewed, as did many other women. And even now I will occasionally pick up a needle and thread and do some mending, but it’s not something I’ve done much of lately.
When I was a child my mother and both my grandmothers sewed. I was very fortunate to spend time with those women and learn from them. Their mastery of the craft and their skill made their sewing an art. Each one of those women had a jar or a tin or a box that was filled with extra buttons – the ones that were saved from old shirts that were worn out, the buttons that were extras from the new shirts and/or dresses that were made, and the buttons that were purchased for future projects that just hadn’t been completed yet. It was like a treasure chest of lovely gems — different colors, shapes, and sizes. What a wonderfully tactile experience to run my fingers through the buttons, sifting from one layer to the next, experiencing the varied shapes and materials. And what a treat to enjoy the colors and finishes. Occasionally a button would trigger a memory of a certain dress or blouse that had been sewn and worn and loved.
I’ve just returned from a quick visit with my family in the Kansas City area and I’ve brought home with me a large quilt that I made in 1990 that is showing some wear and tear. I’m now looking forward to the opportunity to pull out my needles and thread and make the repairs to this quilt using the skills and artistry that were lovingly passed on to me so many years ago.
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The time of peonies
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about memories and the ability of something or someone to bring an avalanche of thoughts and feelings to the forefront of one’s mind. In the past week and a half our yard has been filled with the sweet scent of peonies in full bloom. The blooms has been so large and heavy that they have weighted down the long stems of the plants, causing some of them to droop all the way to the lawn. Unfortunately their blooms and aromas are short-lived, and yet maybe that’s one of the reasons they are so appreciated when they are in their full bloom. My parents have always had peonies in their yard and I’ve been lucky to bring a couple of their plants here to Minnesota to add to our yard. Needless to say, my memories of peonies include my mom and dad, as well as their parents whose gardens and yards also were filled with peonies. It’s a delight and an honor for me to be able to continue this tradition.
Eagle Scout award
I traveled to the Kansas City area last week for family celebrations. My nephew Parker graduated from high school and received his Eagle Scout award. It was a festive and grand time — a time to celebrate all his many accomplishments and to marvel at the young man he has become. He’s had the support of his parents, grandparents, family members, and the extended community where he has lived. He’s experienced the many ups and downs of a child, a teenager, and a young adult. And he’s made his aunt so very proud of him. Congratulations, Parker — I look forward to seeing what accomplishments and adventures are in your future.
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