In a few days, my mother-in-law will be turning 88 years of age, and she has led a good life. She grew up during the Depression, lived through WWII, the Korean War and Vietnam, had her senior prom at The 21 Club in New York City, attended St. John's University during WWII, married her childhood sweetheart, raised 5 children, kept a household going, worked part-time when she could (although she never learned to drive!), and now has 9 grandchildren and 7 great-grandchildren. When I visited her recently, I took this photograph without her knowing -- her hands speak volumes, so fragile, so careworn.
|Careworn by K. Marszycki|
This summer I began collecting vintage linens, pieces hand-worked by so many unknown women, women who were preparing for weddings and christenings, women who were tired with aching backs and stiff limbs. When I hold these works in my hand, I feel a sense of awe, of humbleness as I gaze at the fine stitching. What patience, something I usually lack.
I'm not sure what I'll do with my growing collection -- perhaps frame and display some of the more delicate pieces, put some aside for my children. I need to think about this, as I hold these pieces in my hand and touch the past . . .
|Touching the Past by K. Marszycki|