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My first memory of my mother is of her ironing, I remember a hot summer Texas Panhandle night and she was ironing in the cool of the evening. I had my little ironing board and toy iron right along beside her. Laundry was a lot more of a chore then taking up lots more time. She often hung the wash outside. I still love the smell of the fresh sheets. Mom loves things clean, orderly and symmetrical. Doing the laundry was a pleasant task for her so she was playful and relaxed then.
Another clear memory is her at the sewing machine (a prized possession). She was not so friendly about being interrupted while sewing so we knew to find something else to do. I was so fascinated with the buttonholer! It looked like a little race car so I tried to be close by. Mom made all of my sister and my clothes. At Christmas we’d get a doll dress exactly like the dresses she had made us during the year. She sewed with precision and craft, our clothes showed her expertise.
Patsy is aging with grace and dignity. She walks ½ hour every morning. Her house is still immaculate. She hangs her clothes outside to dry on nice days – in perfect order, of course. She restricts sewing to making beautiful aprons and clothes pin bags. She is usually working on a set of embroidered dish towels for someone- I always hope they are for me. Her crochet basket sits by her favorite chair holding an afghan in progress-no claims have been made on the current one, probably for Samantha (#2 granddaughter) who is getting married in June.

Under the afghan photo: In order from left – using up scraps of yarn, Kyle’s, looks like it’s from the 70’s because it is from the 70’s, Matty’s and the small one. Kyle and Matty consistently played with these afghans more than any toy. Easily made into a raft, a car, a room or whatever they imagined. I taught both kids their colors by sitting in a sunbeam and pulling one of the colorful versions over our heads and pointing to the different colors. Who knew an afghan could be a toy and a teaching tool?


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