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A Special Connection
Created By: P Phyllis
When I met the boy who would later become my husband, I was not even 16 years old. I was drawn to his close family, spending hours after school with his stay-at-home Mom, drinking hot chocolate and learning how to knit. This experience became symbolic with comfort, acceptance and a family atmosphere that I so wanted to be part of. My future mother-in-law was incredibly patient with my lack of experience in anything domestic -- and I soon found myself able to cast on, knit, purl and cable. One thing I never learned was finishing because since she was so adept at it, my mother-in-law beautifully finished everything I created -- correcting my mistakes, enhancing my work --all resulting in gorgeous creations I never would have been able to complete by myself.
Years went by -- marriage, children, moving to FL - years when Little League and soccer surpassed any time to knit. Then, two years ago, my mother-in-law suddenly passed away -- leaving a huge emotional gap in our lives.
Recently, my father-in-law sold the family home up north and moved down to Florida too. Before the moving truck came, he and my husband cleared out the house, dispersing and disposing of the buildup of 50+ years of marriage. When several boxes arrived at our home, I discovered three wicker baskets in descending sizes that my husband had managed to salvage for me. Opening them carefully, I found a knitter's treasure trove -- needles in every different size, circular, cable, double-pointed, stitch holders, and balls and balls of beautiful yarn in bountiful colors and textures. There were even two unfinished sweaters with patterns and notes in Mom's handwriting. I was sad and delighted at the same time -- the memories rushed back in a flood and it felt as though she was actually there with me.
So, now, of course I have taken up Mom's needles once again. This time I have to understand the patterns myself, struggle through to complete each project -- and yes, I have even begun to learn how to finish. Time has moved on, but like every careful stitch, the connection goes unbroken.
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