i have alot of grandmothers. six from marriages.
but grandma yaeko is not one of those. she was the nurse on duty when my father was born in the navy hospital in japan. first daipers and bottles are fun to giggle over.
yaeko crocheted beautiful baby sweaters that zip up the back for all the babies in the church where my dad pastored. by the time my baby tirzah was born, it was the last of the sweaters. her hands hurt too much to make any more.
having climatized to california, i discovered i was freezing at 46 degrees now, for the new england and colorado girls in me, this is horrifying!... so i went in search of a blanket.
grandma yaeko made me beautiful aran blanket when i got married. i did not knit then. now all the patterns and stitches have names. knowing this was near the end of her knitting, they amaze me even more. such love.
so when i discovered this:
i was heartbroken. i can fix it right? i fix harder things for other people.