A while back my babysitter delivered a big tub of yarn to me. Her friend's mother had passed away and she was giving it away. Terri thought I might like it and might be able to use some of it. The bin and a few extra bags of yarn sat in my garage for a few weeks until I had the time to go through it all. I felt strange going through this woman's yarn, sort of like I was invading her yarn privacy. But as I started looking at the yarn my curiosity got the best of me.
My first question was she a knitter or did she crochet?
On the side of the bin were some patterns, ah.......she liked to crochet. And based on these patterns she liked to make things for little ones, maybe her grandchildren?
I found this note with some directions on it, was it her handwriting or that of a friend?
Some of the yarn was so old. I wonder when and if she had to give up her crochet hook? Did she keep the yarn years after she was unable to make a stitch? I think I would, because it would calm me down just being able to look at it even if I could not use it.
There were all sorts of little bags filled with bits and bobs of leftover yarn. I am assuming these were from blankets or baby items she made for those she loved. Maybe she donated some of them or made them with a group of friends?
At the very bottom of the bin I found an envelope addressed to Mrs Josephine, I thought this might be my mystery crocheter. Inside were bands from yarn skeins and a thank you note from a grandson. I think my Mrs Josephine was well loved.
There was also a bag filled with crochet thread and these beautiful bits of crochet. I wonder if they were made by Mrs Josephine or even her mother. They are old and delicate, very fragile.
I packed these beautiful pieces up to give to my babysitter so she could give them back to her friend. They are treasures made by someone she loved. I kept the thread and this old crochet book with very intricate patterns. I could not just send that off to someone who would not appreciate it. I threw out the tiny bits of yarn and scraps of patterns, and I donated the rest of the yarn to a group that makes lap blankets for nursing home residents. My Mother had quite a few of those when she was in the nursing home for three years and they were very much appreciated. I loved getting to know Mrs. Josephine, even if it was only through her yarn stash. I am glad she had crochet to help her through the times in her life, both good and bad. And I am glad she got enjoyment from making things for those she loved.