|Mom's quilt hanging in my office|
|Dog damage to Mom's quilt|
Mom also did not understand my love of quilting and other crafts. She could do any of them--but she didn't enjoy them. She sewed clothes for my sister and me and herself, as well as her sister--but only because she had to. She could knit (kind of), crochet, macrame, embroider, etc., but none of it ever really satisfied her--she only learned how to do them because it was expected of her. Mom's idea of a good time was either sitting in a casino or sitting in her recliner watching ice skaters on TV. Once she said to me after showing her photos from the show in Paducah, "I don't understand the fascination with cutting up pieces of fabric and sewing them back together." I replied, "I don't understand the fascination with sitting in front of a one-armed bandit and staring at it waiting for a bunch of bars to line up, but I respect your desire to do so." She said, "Touché." After I gave her the quilt, she never spoke ill of my hobby again.
I wanted to make Mom another quilt, but she passed away before I could finish the one I started for her. No, I didn't finish that quilt; I gave the blocks to Katrina's sister and she stitched them up into a quilt that was raffled for a relief organization she and members of her community formed, so some good came out of it.
While I didn't get my love of crafting from Mom, what I did receive from her was the gift of caring for others. Growing up, we always had people staying with us while recovering from a phase or event of life. Aunt Bettye called all the people that Mom would bring into our home or to family gatherings "her strays." I took up the same cause as a young adult and while it cost me dearly with my first marriage, I am still doing it because I believe that God calls us to do whatever we can when we can.
Today would have been Mom's 80th birthday. I can't even fathom her at 80; she's been gone for almost 13 years, but I love her and miss her very much.