Is anyone else as surprised as I am that it’s August already? And not just August but over half way through August?
This has been the busiest summer I can remember in a long time. We’ve had several milestones in our family, both planned and unplanned. There were decisions and deadlines that demanded most of our attention. It’s been so busy it’s been hard to find time to knit. Yes, there have been higher priorities than knitting, which should put into perspective what’s fallen by the wayside.
In all the swirl of the past several weeks, we’ve had more than a few moments of serendipity and grace and even humor. We’ve been deep cleaning at my sweet father-in-law’s home of 52 years and finding treasures that bring back many memories. Steve’s mom passed over a decade ago and I never had the honor of meeting her. Yet as we’ve worked on their home, I’ve learned a great deal about both of my in-laws. Every closet and drawer we’ve opened tells their story and I have a better understanding of how they raised such great kids.
Steve told me his mom was a knitter early in our relationship. It was nice to finally meet a man who responded to my passion with, “Cool!” rather than, “Isn’t that for old ladies?” Rosie – Steve’s mom – made afghans, baby blankets, hats, and sweaters for those she loved. We found this raglan turtleneck she made for my husband back in the 1960′s – - – three strands of Red Heart, baby! Hubby was stylin’ in grade school.
Even Dyson can feel the love coming off of this sweater. Each of my sister-in-laws have a sweater made in this pattern, in very girly colors.
When we were dating, Steve talked about his youthful obsession with his mom’s row counter – “I think it was yellow” – and his inability to keep his hands off of it. “Mom was not happy with me when I played with the dials”, he laughed, “She used my whole name!” I told him I would have sided with his mom.
Through the growing lump in my throat, I called out to my husband to come see what I’d uncovered. He responded with a quiet, “Oh, wow! Look at that. It was yellow!” The box hadn’t been opened for close to fifteen years.
These items don’t mean much to most people. To me, they’re a few of the tools Rosie used to create items that clothed and warmed her family. They’re tangible reminders of the loving investment she made in her children, an investment that continues to ripple out like a pebble dropped in a pond. Now I have the privilege of doing the same for her son and grandson. Here’s hoping I can honor her legacy in full measure.
Read more about Rosie in this guest post from Steve - God Bless Knitters.