Dear Mom,
Sorry that I missed posting yesterday. Stitch n Bitch turned into No Stitch, All Bitch, and I didn't get home until late.
This morning I was organizing my sewing caddy, and in the bottom was the receipt for my machine, the caddy and all the notions. April 14, 1986. My sewing machine is 21 years old. How is that possible? I'm not 21 years old. :)
love,
ruth
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Dear Ruth,
I've felt very happy to have gotten a posting almost every day, so don't fret. I want it to still be fun for you to share. Let's not think of it as mandatory, because that word usually sucks the spark out of things, don't you think? We'll go with creative posting. When the mood hits you, go for it.
I could go with 21. What I can't seem to believe is 32. And 40 for John. And N's 39. Whoosh to all of you.
I've been reading my old letters to Karen, that she returned to me. A box full, dating back to 1960, when we were separated for the first time when she went to college without me. She now has all of hers back, to keep her history alive and to enjoy again. I'm reading some of mine out of order, so Nema and John are now born and being potty trained. Some funny stuff there---like how I had to stop the training for awhile for John because he fell into the toilet and got frightened. And I found the reason that N was crying in all her first birthday shots---she was coming down with the flu.
Jump back to 1960--- I was telling Karen that I was a helper to the teacher for the 5 year olds nursery at church one sunday, and we were in a circle holding hands, and suddenly one little boy said, out of the blue, ' I never cried when I was a baby'. And the Teacher said, " no? Then how did your mother know when you were hungry? " and the boy said, " I just said, Mom, I'm hungry, feed me!".
Life can be very clear when you are five.
I remember the day we got your machine, and the sewing caddy came as part of the deal ( or for a reduced price), which I thought pretty exciting. Congratulations on having a machine older than you are!
I was looking at the boards on the back of the barn addition, and they are showing some wear near the ground... They were new in 1987. Makes them 20 years old. I want everything to last at least 30 years without a peep. Then we'll give transfusions. At that rate, in a few more years it will finally be time to paint the living room.
Love,
mom
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