My Grandmother. Someone who influenced my life and who I am so much more than I realized in my youth. A spunky lady. Grandma was 40 when she had my father - very late in life in the 1940's. She was always old in my youth. Grandma and Grandpa never drove, their entire life.
Grandma was always knitting or crocheting. I have several afagans still, and memories of slippers, baby doll purses, barbie clothes. The greatest legacy though was not in the things she made me, but in that she taught me. She patiently taught me to crochet and than knit. I didn't do it well but she was lavish in her praise and always asked what projects I was working on.
Grandma moved from 30 minutes away to 5 hours about the same time I moved into my late teens. I continued to keep her informed about my happenings in notes and such. Grandma would take her post and sit down with a cup of tea.
Grandma died at age 90 in 1995. Although shes not here in body she is in spirit. Every time I cast on I think of her and know she would be so happy and so interested in my projects.