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The scarf
Created By: Barbara Neu
In the winter, my friend Jo-Jo made frequent trips from New York to Florida and back. Although she loved the mild winters in the south, she missed the family living in the north. One of her trips found her in Washington DC waiting for a connection to complete the trip. With bad weather all around, she sat at the very crowded airport knitting a scarf for one of her grandchildren. As the weather got colder, people’s tempers got hotter. Jo-Jo sat serenely clicking her needles as row after row began to take shape. She noticed a pregnant woman sitting opposite watching her make stitch after stitch. When Jo-Jo asked if she would like to learn, the person sitting next to Jo-Jo switched seats so the two ladies could be together. Jo-Jo continued knitting and teaching, passing the lengthening scarf back and forth, pulling out “misses” and in general forgetting about the mad rush all around. Finally, a flight was going to take off, but by now there were many more people than there were seats. Jo-Jo said to her new friend, “Dolly, (everyone was Dolly to Jo-Jo) let’s you and me sit here and take the next flight out. I’m older and you’re pregnant. We would both be pushed and that isn’t good for me or the baby. Sit here and we can continue to knit.” So “Dolly” sat and row after row of knitting continued. The level of noise decreased and the clicking of needles continued.
Jo-Jo and “Dolly” were about to inquire about the next flight out when suddenly everything went haywire. In what seemed to be a matter of seconds, the flight that had just taken off, Air Florida Flight 90 was now in the Potomac River. I remember Jo-Jo saying how the two women just sat looking at each other, holding hands and tears streaming down their faces.
Jo-Jo never gave that scarf to one of her grandchildren; she wore it each time she took a winter flight to Florida. “It helped save my life once, and you never know…” is what she would say.
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