This National Poetry Month(NPM), I am writing and sharing original poems about food, family and feasts. Sundays will be a day to reshare a poem from the past. A list of links to previous poems is HERE.
One of my favorite people growing up was Grandma Mac. Even though she lived in New Jersey, she visited us in California every summer and Christmas. Sometimes I wish that I had been more open to learning things she wanted to teach me such as tatting.
I still have them and the one she sewed for me with a left handed pocket and my name in French knots. (She was able to teach me that stitch and others). )
After her daughter’s death in 2011, I received Grandma Mac’s journal. It’s evident by here entries that sewing and embroidery were things she loved. Here’s her journal entry for January 24, 1916:
So today, a poem to honor Grandma Mac’s aprons.
each sewn by nimble fingers
with hidden stories
©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)