Below are two pictures of my amazing and wonderful maternal grandmother, the one who taught me how to knit.
Picture #1: Driving to a Giants game. Notice what's in her hands?
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Picture #2: At the Giants game. Again, what's in her hands? Do you also notice that even as she smiles for this picture, she keeps her focus on her scarf progress?
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Clearly, she didn't just teach me how to knit, she passed on a genetic love for it as well!
For someone who raised eight children (SIX OF THEM BOYS!) on a strict budget, all the while working as a nurse, and managed to live through it and be a wonderful part of the lives of her 14 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren, who can make, fix, or grow anything and takes more international trips (many of them mission trips) than someone 1/3 her age, teaching an obnoxious blonde-headed 10 year old girl to knit is probably low on her list of life accomplishments. But I will certainly be thankful the rest of my life for this gift she has given me.
2 comments:
aww! a very sweet post ^_^ Do you think we'll be as cool in forty/fifty years?
Have a great weekend!
those are great pictures!
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