Heirlooms? No Family Crafted Items survived, but memories do. A little current patchwork therapy too !
I just read a lovely post, Blankets and Blessings, by thechickengrandma.wordpress.com and it has made me feel thoughtful about life, past and present (reblogged here on my site for interest and musings).
We all come from somewhere and someone. When we are gone what do we pass on?
What kind of material history do we leave? Some people say it’s not the material stuff that matters, and true, memories might matter more. However, I am sure I am not the only one who would love to have more physical reminders occasionally.
I lost both parents (a mother and a stepfather I considered as my father for 30 years) but I often still feel a little lost myself, like a ship without a compass. I am in my 40’s, with a family of my own, and siblings too. My parents were great influences, and of course I took them for granted, as all children do. I have many wonderful memories, and can pull those up in times of sadness. I also have a couple of pieces of jewellery, of no value at all apart from sentimental.
There wasn’t a big collection of family hand me downs, not a heirloom christening gown, wedding dresses, memory quilts. My mother and grandmother crafted all the time, however, nothing much was really kept. Once it outgrew it’s purpose or fashion changed, it was usually gifted to charity (that in itself is a kind and brilliant thing). Perhaps some would say this was also a blessing, my siblings probably would, clearing the house there was lots of ‘stuff’. I kind of miss my grandmother’s handmade hexi quilt for one thing. I remember her making it, showing me how to cut hexigan shapes with card and cover them in fabric and I remember the quilt on her spare bed. Indeed, I have used this method myself to quilt and it reminds me of her (see below!). I miss my mother’s wedding dress. She had made it herself in 1961, though that’s a whole story in itself (my mother and true father divorced and my sister and I as children were allowed to play dressing up with her wedding dress!) My mother sewed and knitted, she dabbled with macrame, tatting, crochet, many other things. I remember she made floral displays from coloured stockings and wire (one even for her best friend’s wedding tiara!). She made cards too sometimes. She was pretty much an all-rounder craftwise (oh the hundreds of tea cosies she made for a local charity shop too.. flew off their shelves like hot cakes!) Nan was slightly less so, but she still knitted and sewed, and as a keen WI member she baked cakes and made jam, even writing this I can smell her kitchen. The one thing I have of my Nan’s is a mixing bowl and I love using it occasionally, though also terrified of accidently breaking it as well. My Dad’s material legacy to me is very little, it’s more things he said and things he did that make me smile.
So, what will my own craft legacy be – if anything? I knit, I sew, I dabble. I have a son who has never wanted to craft and has no interest in anything I make. I have a husband who tolerates the crafting chaos, and fakes an interest in completed items! I have gifted various knitted and sewn things to friends over the years and currently am doing so for new babies in the family and for friends. Perhaps they will become their family heirlooms, or perhaps not. Who knows? I would like to think in years ahead someone might find something I made in a long lost storage box and be delighted to rediscover it!
Many current WIPS. One is this …..
Signing out for now. Feeling nostalgic having had a couple of recent big family celebrations.