When I was a little girl my Granma Lil taught me to crochet. It was a very frustrating endeavor for both of us. But we persevered and eventually, like years later, I came to love crocheting.
I have made many many many afghans and baby blankets and booties and baby sweaters and slippers and place mats and hats and…just lots of stuff.
Some I make for me but most for others. The recipients of these items seem to think I have done some great thing for them when in reality it is a selfish thing that I do.
You see I love to crochet and I love seeing their faces when they open the package. Oh, and I love the fact they think I am so smart and talented. Got em all fooled. The truth is if they spent as many hours as I have with yarn and crochet hook they would be just as successful with the tools.
A friend is soon to have her first grandchild and so I made my favorite baby sweater to welcome the little girl.
Today, I am thankful for a Granma who had the patience to spend a whole summer teaching me to crochet. It was a wonderful gift and one I have been blessed to share with others.
I have been thinking about my grammas. They were two very different women in looks and temperament. They had a few things in common though. They both were generous but frugal. They did not spend money on something that they could make or on anything that they felt wasn’t needed. The gifts they gave were usually practical things that could be used. Both of them gave a lot of food to everyone and anyone who was hungry–whether they knew them or not.
Another thing they both did was give away what they knew. They gave advise–asked for or not–and always thoughtfully and kindly–never in a bossy or arrogant way. What you did with their advise was up to you–there was no “I told you so” in their vocabulary.
Both women taught–not in school–but lessons for everyday life. One gramma taught me how to do laundry and how to crochet. The other gramma taught me how to dust and how to embroider. I still enjoy crocheting and needlework and I don’t mind laundry and dusting–at least not much. Both taught me a bit about baking and that a nap every day is good for you
The best lessons I learned from my grammas were taught by both– that love can be unconditional, listening is a gift, and pray everyday.
Oh, and they both taught me not to scratch my butt or pick my nose in public–what you do when you are by yourself in the bathroom is up to you.