(Here is mom at 54 happily reunited with her younger sister Frances, that had just arrived from California to celebrate their sister Mary's 25th wedding anniversary. See me with my fresh perm? I'm wearing the crocheted cape and dress .. my mom made those too. . .oh and to the right. . is my cousin Julie. . )
Upon his birth, my mom kicking into Grandma mode. . .
lovingly hand embroidered a birth certificate to put on his wall.
He was the only grandchild that got a hand stitched birth certificate. . .
after that she discovered Artex Liquid Embroidery. The rest of her grand kids will surely remember their liquid embroidery birth certificates. I'm certain that their mom's will have carefully set them aside for a keepsake.
I should really pull our sons certificates out of my cedar chest. .
Surely there is a prominent place in their homes for them to be displayed.. . .
It must have been the early 70's when Mom put away her needle and thread . . .hoops and scissors. . .and seriously focused her energy on liquid embroidery. She continued to knit and crochet and sew clothing but her liquid embroidery replaced her fascination with paint by number. . . it met her artistic side in a new way.
I still remember mom dabbing at the ends of those tubes of liquid embroidery . . .trying to get the paint to come out .. .and then fussing at the "nibs" ...
"there is so much paint left in this tube. . .but the "nib is dry" and we would hear her . . .fuss while dabbing those "nibs" on paint thinner soaked paper toweling .. willing the ink to come out.
At first she had the beginner set. . .but later after attending more liquid embroidery parties. . with her crafty friends. . she had a large set, with add on kits.
She embroidered aprons, tablecloths, doilies, table runners, tea towels, pillowcases and of course the children's book.
I smile as I read the indestructible children's book to my grands.
Rodney Rabbit, Ronald Raccoon, Sammy Squirrel, Barney Bear, Tommy Turtle, and Ollie Owl. . have been relaxing in my cedar chest for many years.
This year, with great relief they are once again breathing cedarless fresh air.
Recently, Stuart looked at the book as if for the very first time. . .amazed that she even used shading techniques. . .now appreciating her careful patience.
I simply cannot open the book . .without seeing her fuss over those "nibs".
Someday. .either the lil' farmhand or our little grandgirlie. . will take the book home. . .and the next generation will also hear the story of the Grandma that loved crafts.
Oh how I enjoy telling stories of days past. I am so thrilled to write about my memories to amuse you .. .and to record for my family all that I remember about where I've come from.
In remembering. . it helps us to realize why we are who we are. . .(no need for shrinks)
Today my mom would have turned 87. Though she has been gone fourteen years already, I remember my mom clearly, just as her liquid embroidery has stood the test of time. What a blessing to have good memories.
I am so thankful to have had a mom who enjoyed being herself. . .
. . .even if we did tease her about her liquid embroidery.
Some day. . .my kids will be telling their kids about my blogging days. . .
and remember the glint in my eye when I talked with enthusiasm the merits and joys of blogging and the blessing of bloggy friends.
All for now. . .with love,