A night of remembrance

I firmly believe that in a lot of ways our world would be a nicer place if we could all go back to a simpler time.   A time when technology didn’t make everything so “easy”, when we had to be more self-sufficient.  In our home we are working, bit-by-bit, to live more like our grandparents and great-grandparents did.  Avoiding processed foods, growing a garden, canning, dehydrating, and fermenting foods, sewing and knitting more of our household items.  Most of these skills are things I was exposed to as a young child thanks to my maternal grandparents.  Growing up in Newfoundland, Canada, they had lives that were far from easy.  The summers were short, the winters long and brutal.  Families supported themselves and each other, and a strong sense of community existed.  This is how I want my children to grow up.

Tonight as I sit and watch the snowfall, starting a new knitting project, my grandparents feel close at hand.  They are always in my heart and mind, but particularly so tonight.  As a child growing up, almost every year my grandmother would knit me a new sweater for the winter.  I remember many of them, especially the last one that I only parted with a few years ago.  Purple, with an adorable raccoon.  She also knit my dolls clothes.  And only when my son was born did I learn she had left me a newborn layette for him before her passing.  These gifts from her, that she so loved to make, always kept me warm, but more importantly, they always made me feel surrounded in love.  This is how I want my children to grow up.

And so tonight I start the knitting project that has been my goal since I first picked up a set of needles.  It may take me years to finish it, but that’s okay.  It may look terrible when it’s done, but that’s okay also.  Every step of the way I know that Nanny will be watching over me, and I know that she would be proud.  And I know that every year my kids will be picking out patterns and colors with me, just as Nanny and I did.

This sweaters for you Nan, miss you madly!


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  1. I remember the sweaters my Nana made for me. They were always boy colors though so they could be passed on the the boys in the family. Tough being the eldest and a girl!!

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