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  • Amy C

    For me, it’s the finished garment which holds memories in each of its stitches. Picking up a gansey I knit for my husband transports me to the car ride from Front Royal, Virginia back to Wisconsin through a snow storm with thunder (weird stuff!) or a pair of twined knit socks evokes a vivid recollection of sitting in the back seat on the way to Cape Breton Island.

    March 24, 2016
  • cheryl ruiz

    My paternal grandmother (who also taught me to crochet when I was 5ish) crocheted me a diamond-panel blanket when I was a child. It’s acrylic, therefore indestructible, and still with me 40 years later. The colors are a bit (a lot!) garish and many of the fringe-strings are braided or knotted, no doubt by my bored hands at various ages, but I love that blanket and still cozy up with it on chilly days.

    March 24, 2016
  • Vivienne

    It’s amazing what gets tied to memories. One is that unused skein of J&S Shetland wool whose mates became a shawl for my husband’s grandmother. She was losing her memory and eventually had to be moved from assisted living to full nursing care. Well, after the move, she was very agitated, but her son went back to her old room to retrieve her shawl. After putting it around her shoulders, she calmed down.

    More recently though…it has been photos, but probably not in the usual sense. Another of my hobbies is photography, and I’ve taken a number of workshops. These photos remind me of one of my instructors who tragically lost her life in a freak bicycling accident last summer. I see these photos and am reminded of her coaching me and what fun she was to be around.

    March 24, 2016

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