|Posted by NanaMacsPlace on February 28, 2014 at 3:35 AM|
Recently I had a conversation with a friend about knitting needles. It activated that part of my brain that often lets me down. My memory. The more I thought about knitting needles, the more I was remembering. I'm referring to time spent with my paternal grandmother. I miss her very much.
She was always knitting and, as a child, I often wore garments made by her. When I was quite young, she taught me how to cast on and how to knit the first row. I was in Heaven! I took it home and spent the next few weeks knitting and knitting. Mum asked me how it was going and I proudly showed her my handiwork. Imagine my horror when she said "what are you knitting?". I was crushed. In truth, I hadn't really thought about what it was I was actually knitting. On seeing my sad face, Mum told me I had only a few rows to do & I'd have a lovely scarf. Perfect!! I told her that's what I was planning all along. In no time at all, my entire family was walking around sporting a bright new scarf.
To this day, I've never really progessed beyond scarves. What gave me so much pleasure wasn't the act of knitting, it was the time spent with Nana learning how to do it. It's odd isn't it? How a short chat with someone about knitting needles brought back so many memories of my childhood.
Throughout our lives we touch, and are touched by, other people. Often it is by conversations or a chance meeting. Let's make sure we value those in our life by making the memories they will have of us are happy and kind ones. To the person who evoked all the memories of knitting and happiness I say thank you :-)