A Legacy

Not only a legacy, but my legacy. Her legacy. Her, being my grandmother. My fathers mother. I have nothing but sweet, sweet memories. Post-it notes, Butterflies, Pink Pencils, Bobby Pins and most of all books and Crocheting.

I imagine, no -I KNOW, my love of all things office supplies, my thirst for books and butterflies are inherited from her. It seems only natural that I would aspire to create as she did, through crocheting. As far as I know, all 9 of her grandchildren have one of her 'infamous' Ripple/Zig-Zag patterned afghans -'Grandma Marion Afghans', as they have been called. Their pattern a trade-mark, and the colors chosen tell a story. In fact, for those of you that live locally to my Eagles Nest, you may be familiar with Woods Cross High. Set back, just off the freeway. For many years, orange panels adorned its exterior walls. My Grandad worked for the school district for many years. It was he, that chose the building materials -colors included, for the schools he attended to.

Those orange panels were inspired by an afghan my grandmother was crocheting. If my memory serves me correctly, it happens to be one of my older cousins 'Grandma Marion Afghans'. It was a sad sad day when the school district chose to remodel, removing the faded orange panels. For many, they were an eye-sore. For some, a fond memory. A reminder. But I digress.

My Grandmother has been gone for many years now, almost 9 to be exact. With her, was taken the knowledge. The know how, on how to replicate her trade-mark pattern. Something I have ALWAYS seen as a symbol of her. The knowledge was gone, but not lost. For I set out to rediscover it. I found it. Mastering it.

I can't wait to share them. Share her with my children, and their children and my childrens, children.

My current mastering of the art...

*Top Photo: My 'Grandma Marion Afghan'