tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post8087795382968943888..comments2024-03-19T07:36:33.915-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: An Unexpected GiftDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-67610980530120377212011-07-24T23:18:15.424-04:002011-07-24T23:18:15.424-04:00"It's made itself quite at home where it ..."It's made itself quite at home where it is, it even seems happy to be here."<br /><br />Handmade things have a habit of doing that. So glad you were open to letting it.Lene Andersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11223128667829847717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-14787089670866658032011-07-20T04:02:15.485-04:002011-07-20T04:02:15.485-04:00There's something about those blankets made by...There's something about those blankets made by grandma, isn't there?<br /><br />My grandma knit and crocheted all her life. Until the Alzheimer's set in. When she could tell her mind was slipping, she decided she wanted to crochet a blanket for each of us grandkids in our favorite color. She tried and tried, but after a lifetime of crocheting afghans, she couldn't remember how to do it anymore. She hated that she couldn't do something that should have been simple, and it embarrassed her to admit it. But it was really important to her that she leave us each with a blanket! So she went out and bought the materials, and paid someone else to crochet for her.<br /><br />I was a teenager at the time, and my favorite color was, and still is, purple. Opposite of yours, the color was the only part of that blanket to come directly from my grandma to me. But, somehow, the fact that my grandma COULDN'T make it, but still DID make it, makes my purple blanket that much more of a treasure to me. Alzheimer's made the last years of her life difficult and painful. But so many of her last expressions were expressions of love. What better could you want to leave behind?Kristinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06868874343026873104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-25774589257315422802011-07-19T20:11:22.747-04:002011-07-19T20:11:22.747-04:00Man, I wish I'd caught what CT caught, that wo...Man, I wish I'd caught what CT caught, that would have made a terrific blog post! Thanks again all for lovely comments. Some of them made me tear up ... Hello My Name Is Dave and I CryDave Hingsburgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-84685457048900179032011-07-19T18:44:41.046-04:002011-07-19T18:44:41.046-04:00Awwwww :)
I have a blanket too, it's crocheted...Awwwww :)<br />I have a blanket too, it's crocheted, in strips, with what was obviously the end of every ball of wall my Great Nana owned! I have always loved it, even though it's not very soft, there's love in every stitch and when I feel bad- that's the blanket I need :)<br />My Gran doesn't often pop up in my dreams, and my Nan's still around but I know that feeling of your dream exactly :)<br />Wow, this post has made me remember how many fantastic women I had and still have in my family, Thanks Dave :)Noisyworldnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-87512506873549655602011-07-19T17:09:18.412-04:002011-07-19T17:09:18.412-04:00I loved the unexpected gift and how it is making i...I loved the unexpected gift and how it is making itself at home with you. I also loved what CT said. What a cool observation. I can so apply that to my friendships all of which are with people startling different to me, but with whom I feel supremely comfortable.Belindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-51652989533490821782011-07-19T16:29:59.915-04:002011-07-19T16:29:59.915-04:00It sounds like a cool blanket. It seems like your ...It sounds like a cool blanket. It seems like your grandmother really liked those colors. By the way my name is Janielle and I'm a big fan of your blog.Janiellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13791143758494943141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-72774515516538129102011-07-19T12:34:59.980-04:002011-07-19T12:34:59.980-04:00Dave, this is a beautiful post. I thank you for sh...Dave, this is a beautiful post. I thank you for sharing it, especially because it reminds me of my own grandmother's knitting. It really made me think of her hands and the crafting and artistry that they produced, in knitting and in cooking. Its nice to have moments like this to remember such things. <br /><br />Enjoy your blanket. Comfort is such a gift.Robinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-26840352961915697892011-07-19T09:18:07.139-04:002011-07-19T09:18:07.139-04:00The wheeliecrone says -
My dearest friend croche...The wheeliecrone says - <br /><br />My dearest friend crocheted an afghan for me. Every time I wrap it around me, i can feel the love she put into every stitch - what a comfort it is in winter!<br /><br />I think you will find that your new throw will be wonderfully cosy on a cold winter day (or night).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-16627415887800874092011-07-19T09:05:01.277-04:002011-07-19T09:05:01.277-04:00We have a rainbow blanket in our house, made by a ...We have a rainbow blanket in our house, made by a close friend of my husbands, that, when given to him, we seriously considered giving to the Sally Ann immediately. I don't know why we didn't, but the love with which it was made (we've come to see) is crocheted right into every awful fibre. And so it cures all ills and hurts and soul-aching pains. My daughter, when in despair, would yell: I need the rainbow blanket; I wrapped it around me during my year-long battle with depression, it nursed my husband through kidney stones and back spasms. It is a healer and is no longer hidden, nor explained. It just is. I like what CT said. So ditto on that.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10375461078977866753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-54723807231965569942011-07-19T08:14:23.138-04:002011-07-19T08:14:23.138-04:00i'm smiling with very moist eyes. my Grammy wa...i'm smiling with very moist eyes. my Grammy was the one person who loved me for myself when I was a little girl, and it is her love that has sustained me through the dark times and helped me learn to trust again, to receive and give love carefully. i have a cookie jar that was hers - it's ugly as heck but it has a place in my bedroom where i see it daily. thanks, Dave, for touching my heart, again.clairesmumnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-89503636170919131972011-07-19T05:27:53.783-04:002011-07-19T05:27:53.783-04:00You started my day with a smile. Thank you.You started my day with a smile. Thank you.Education: Exploring Online Learninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01081392219158709629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-25691207482402866832011-07-19T02:20:02.983-04:002011-07-19T02:20:02.983-04:00How wonderful your mom sent you this....sounds lik...How wonderful your mom sent you this....sounds like she often hasn't been very sensitive to you but this time she really got that you would like this afhgan. Enjoy and snuggle up...theknappernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-19195292352149440782011-07-19T02:02:43.516-04:002011-07-19T02:02:43.516-04:00Your Gran sounds like a truly wonderful woman.Your Gran sounds like a truly wonderful woman.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10791317184998122691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-24459658208741565292011-07-19T01:58:15.475-04:002011-07-19T01:58:15.475-04:00Dave, the way you describe your Gran is the way I ...Dave, the way you describe your Gran is the way I feel whenever I read what you write. Loving generosity of spirit must run in your family. :)Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653308834045430167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-85068969665863928912011-07-19T01:25:14.211-04:002011-07-19T01:25:14.211-04:00You know, Dave, it striked me that this is somewha...You know, Dave, it striked me that this is somewhat like the process of growing accustomed to someone very different, someone who challenges the way we think people ought to look or match up to the world around them. When we share time and space, differences are less startling, and the less striking but so relevant ways we are similar (and the shared memories, and the comforts given) become the first things we see in each other.CTnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-9190411607033555772011-07-19T01:18:45.636-04:002011-07-19T01:18:45.636-04:00That truely and deeply is love.
JuliaThat truely and deeply is love.<br /><br />JuliaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com