SEPTEMBER 11, 2010

What we did last summer

Adventures at Convergence with Kate King and Maureen Carlson

 

MWG PRESIDENT’S SUMMER MESSAGE 

by Jozette Stubbe

In the beginning was a story filled with wonderful words.  Years later I made the connection between “spinning a story” and “weaving a tale” with actual spinning and weaving.  And so the story begins.... 

When I was nine years old Summer seemed hot and endless and Winter was cold and deep.  I n both seasons I would visit with Papa, my mother’s father, who lived in rural Kentucky.  I don’t remember daylight savings as part of the picture so night came on its own schedule and so did my  bedtime.  I often slept in a room that was above the living room.  It had a floor grate  that during winter shared  heat  from the wood stove in the room below.  In all seasons it let me see and hear the adult world.  If it was dark enough I could catch the glow from the kerosene lanterns. 

All agreed that my grandfather was a wonderful story teller.  In his special way he spun the story and wove the tale punctuated with contagious laughter and knee slapping.  I recall only a few of the stories.  My strong  memory is one of being safe, rocked to sleep in a web of gentle light, laughter, and words strung together like beads.     

Stories in each of our lives compound until eventually we create a warp into which we weave colors, textures, and patterns of our own choosing....each of us a living tapestry.   

So—Knit, Crochet, search the catalogs, dream, remember, spin, weave, wander through the yarn shops, dig deep into your shash—let another year of happy sharing begin!