My maternal grandmother was born in the year 1900. My family moved to Alaska in 1975 when I was 3 years old so I never got to see her very much. I grew up so far away from her home in Georgia. I always wished I could have known her better. I know she liked to make things like my mom did and also my sister and I did.
Just recently I posted a picture of something I tatted on facebook. I taught myself how to tat using books from the library and a few websites. One of my aunts saw the picture and told me my grandmother also tatted. She told me my grandmother would be so proud of me. I don’t know how to explain how this made me feel. It made me feel some sort of connection with her that I didn’t have before. My aunt sent me this little baby shoe that my grandmother was working on and apparently put it away to keep it safe and forgot about it.
I held this delicate little shoe in my hand and thought about my grandmother’s hands touching those same threads. I wish she was still here so I could tat with her but since she isn’t I will just keep tatting and thinking of her.