Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
Ruth Lee, my roommate on a recent hospital stay, had learned basic sewing skills from her mother, as little girls all across the world have for all time. Ruth as a child was fascinated with the art of knitting, even knitting gloves (all those needles).
"The thumb, when you came to it was the hardest part, getting it hooked in just right," she said.
Ruth's happy childhood was cut short in her teen-age years. Ruth grew up in Germany.
"A Jewish classmate just disappeared, just never came back to school," she said. Then came the bombs, and running for shelter. Families were scattered to outlying farms for the remainder of the war and later came home, walking for miles (days) to find nothing left.
She did not trust Robert, that American G.I., at first, though he finally won her heart. That was 40 years ago. Congratulations, you two. We all wish you many more happy years together.
"I don't even knit now, arthritis, you know. But I've always been so grateful for my mother's patience in teaching me all of the things she did," Ruth said.
In many lands all over the world, mothers are still teaching their children skills and crafts, even the art of weaving the cloth in some lands. It's so rewarding to teach a child. Just mastering the skill of threading a needle, knotting the thread, their happy smiles as moms and grandmas all over the world know so well.
Thanks again, Ruth, for sharing your story with us. Love you all and God bless. Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086-0265.