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Just pick up your hook
Created By: Mary L Gates

I learned to knit as a young girl and to crochet as an adult. For years it was nothing I did on a regular basis. My husband harassed me about never finishing anything. It was my Mom who introduced me to the Mile A Minute pattern and I was off and hooking. I started by using up all that previously purchased yarn and turning it into afghans for the kids for Christmas.

Mom was the "head hooker" of the family. The craft saved her after Dad passed away. It filled up all those lonely hours in her days. She made such incredibly beautiful things.

Before I knew it the Mile A Minute was no longer enough for me and I bought books and proceeded to learn to read a pattern, after all Mom was only a phone call away.

Then came the dark day. My husband of 14 years walked out. The pain and loneliness brought me to my knees. Days at work were a struggle but going home was worse. I paced back and forth every night, trying to tire myself enough so I could sleep. Everywhere around you are the signs that life is no longer the same. Half an empty closet, the bare spots where furniture used to be. Empty places on the walls where pictures used to hang.

Then Mom would call to bolster my self-esteem, the long distance pat on the back. She would ask me about my hand work, what was I working on. She did not want to hear that I couldn't sit still enough to pick it up. She didn't want to hear that the afghan that I had been working on before the dark day arrived was for him. She told me there are other patterns and more yarn. Start something new, just go sit down and pick up your hook.

After many weeks of the long distance nudging, I promised her I would do it. She promised me she would be calling the next night to check up on me.

After hanging up the phone I selected a simple pattern and got out the yarn basket. I had to literally force myself to sit in a chair and pick up my hook. I told myself it can't hurt to make the chain. I can tell her I started an afghan.

Counting the chain took every ounce of concentration I could muster. Before I realized what was happening, I started reading the pattern and was making the first row. My retention skills were lousy and I probably ripped more stitches than I actually made but I did it. Pretty soon the night was gone and it was time for bed and for a few hrs I forgot the painful circumstances in my life.

When she called the next night, I was able to tell her truthfully that I had a new afghan started.

For weeks, it was a struggle to get myself to sit down but once I did I could lose my self in my craft. I have lost track of the number of crocheted items I have made since that day. Even at 50 I wasn't to old to be able to say, "Mom really does know best". I finally finished the afghan that was supposed to be his. The last time Mom was here she finished sewing the ends down as a surprise for me. I will treasure that afghan forever. We lost our "head hooker" 5 yrs ago and it seems like yesterday. Before she left us she finally got my younger sister to join the crochet ranks. She only knows one pattern but she turns them out one right after another and they are all beautiful.

My younger sister joined a charity crochet group in her home town and I am a long distance member. I enjoy being able to use the craft I learned from my mother to help others. A craft that saw me through those dark days because a great lady told me to sit in a chair and pick up my hook.


 
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