I learned to crochet at the age of five from a family friend who was left-handed. My Mom tried to teach me but I had trouble understanding her right-handed technique.
Many girls in the Maritimes grew up crocheting or knitting. I am the only one of five children to have carried on the tradition of my Mom’s beloved pastime outside of her kids; crochet. Crochet to me is love, contentment, comfort, joy, bliss, peaceful and so many other words that do not come to mind!
Since Mom’s passing two years ago, I decided to carry on the crochet traditions my sister’s seemingly loved from Mom. Due to my previous academic commitments of earning my MBA while holding a full-time career, I did not have much free time. That has since changed in the past four weeks with the completion of school and the addition of much more free time. My crochet passion has shifted into high gear and several items have been completed and / or in progress. I especially love making afghans and am particularly fond of a multicoloured granny afghan I recently finished for a baby gift to a friend.
Crochet provides me a stress release and solitude to clear my thoughts, ponder ideas, and relax. I take great comfort in making items I think someone may enjoy and find love in providing a special gift to others.
Today there seems to be less and less traditions being carried on and passed from generations. Perhaps people’s busy lifestyles prevent them from carrying on the family traditions they may have enjoyed as a child. I feel nostalgic when I think of my family’s numerous traditions and those I have adopted in my own life with my “family” of friends as I make my life away from my childhood home.
I was feeling particularly nostalgic today when I learned of the passing of a good friend I came to know during my career. He was only 60 and succumbed to cancer he endured for a very brief time. It made me think what traditions Mike might have carried on throughout his life and maybe hoped his children and grandchild would now carry on to remember him and cherish his legacy. I guess death has an eerie kind of way of making us think of random things like traditions and as I think of the traditions I hope to carry on to honour my Mom and my family, I hope you take time to cherish the traditions you honour in your life.