Sunday, July 31, 2011

The Silver Thimble

My maternal great grandmother was a wonderful seamstress
My grandmother also sewed
I have some pillow cases she embroidered for me.
My mother was always sewing
her quilts that I took for granted
I now look at them with awe
and appreciate the wonderful handwork
and the many hours spent creating them.
I have always been able to sew on a button
and hem something simple.
My daughter's, I do not believe,   have this gift of sewing.
This afternoon I spent 10 minutes or more trying to
thread a needle - maybe wrong size needle or thread.
Have had great difficulty hemming a pair of
gardening slacks.  Either material is too heavy,
needle not sharp enough or my meager talent has left.
Guess I will stick to cooking and digging in the dirt.
Now I wonder how long that will last?
Sitting in my chair I suddenly remembered
the silver thimble my mother gave me.
It was one of her last gifts to  me.
Her last years of life she could no longer sew.
The thimble was in a jewelery box and I quickly
retrieved it.
It was tarnished and almost black.
Just finished cleaning and shining this special gift.
It fits perfectly
and brings back so many memories.

7 comments:

the wild magnolia said...

Oh me, oh my, a story. You know how I love stories. The forgotten thimble, a gift from your Mother. Memories rush in and tousle our minds. Ahhhh......

Thank you for sharing, I loved it.

Take care of you.

Ugich Konitari said...

The thimble
shines on
remembering
busy hands
stitching together,
little square memory pieces.

So what
if it takes long
to thread a needle.....
Life has so many threads,
a digging thread,
a gardenening thread,
a cooking thread....
and the
needle
resides in the mind.....

Like your grandma,
and your Mom,
you stitch together
a wonderful quilt
of memories,
for the little girls,
to wrap themselves with,
when the visit
at Woodhaven.....

lilalia said...

Isn't it both surprising and sad that we took for granted those artistic (artisan) talents of generation past. By grandmothers were both brilliant. My mother, a post war child, discarded all of those early lessons with a flip of her wrist. Fortunately, all the grandchildren have some form of creative outlet. Though I still think it sad that the quilting, embroidery, sewing, knitting.... traditions have all been lost.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sandra, thank you. Memories arise so unexpectedly...
Suranga, you bless me with this wonderful poem :) thank you friend from thousands of miles over the ocean..
lilalia, yes, so much we take for granted. Very few do these special projects anymore.
Years ago I could crochet and made a dozen afgans. I may have forgotten how to stitch them :)

Sky said...

maybe the thimble would help push the needle through the slacks! i need one now when before i never did!

this post was so interestingly timed in my own life. I asked my sister last month to look for my mother's thimble when she is at my dad's home in late august. she goes each month, but we lived 3,000 miles away and are not there but once or twice a year. i want to put mother's thimble in my sewing chest - i remember it so well from my childhood, seeing it on her finger every day almost. she sewed so many beautiful things for us. because of those memories it will mean so much to me to have it here.

Beth said...

Some of my fondest memories of grandma are of her working on a quilt in her sewing room. It seems like sewing and gardening were the times she was at peace.I love the poem Ugich wrote for you!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sky, hope you receive the thimble.
My needle was dull - replaced it and did better :)
My Beth, she adored you.