I've been fiddling with a picture of my mum, trying different ways of prettifying it, but then I thought: if I show you what she looked like, what will that tell you? you'll learn much more about her from seeing this thing that she made.
because making things was one of her things. when I was a kid, my mum made clothes for me. sewing, knitting, crochet - these were things she was good at. (she taught me to knit, which I still remember. she taught me to crochet, which I've since forgotten. she tried teaching me to sew, but... the teacher at school didn't get very far with me on that front either...) in later years, when she no longer had a husband and kids at home to look after, she started doing all sorts of arts and crafts, going to classes and learning techniques, filling her home with all sorts of things she'd made.
this thing you see in the picture? it's something she didn't seem to think much of. she gave it to us when we visited a couple of years ago (last time seeing her alive) saying: take this and give it to the next jumble sale. I really don't know why she thought we wouldn't want it. husband and I talked about it afterwards and agreed that we'd keep it and find some way of hanging it on a wall at home. so he got those strips and fitted them on so we could hang it up.
it's meant to be a picture of Jerusalem, but that's not why I find it meaningful to have it - I'm enjoying it because it's something my mum made but also because of the fabrics she used: they're bits of old dresses of hers, so they're reminders of my mum because I remember her wearing those dresses. and they're a reminder of what she was like in the sense that she hardly threw anything away, she'd keep things and find ways of reusing them. I remember my surprise when, as an adult, I discovered that people actually bought cloths for wiping the surfaces in the kitchen and suchlike - my mum always used my dad's old underpants as rags :)
and no, this wasn't because of environmental concerns - my mum was born in 1918, in her days that wasn't a thing yet. but she grew up poor, and then when she married my dad she found herself still having to mind her pennies (or her agorot really, because this was in Israel) as my dad wasn't all that good at earning loads of money and she didn't go out to work. (dad, born in 1907, insisted that his wife would stay at home and do those housewifey things. my mum did some teaching, but mostly just private lessons at home.) (she taught English. and she taught me to read and write English, for which I'm grateful - it was extremely helpful when I came to England, and it's thanks to her that I know my spelling and punctuation and stuff.) (even if I don't always stick to correct punctuation, as you can see in this post.) (my mum was an English speaker, born in South Africa. so at home we spoke English with her and Hebrew with our dad.) (yes, I'm doing parenthesis abuse again. I guess that means I should stop now.) (oh, but I should upload the picture before hitting "share". nearly forgot.)
thank you for listening.
it is a year (according to the Hebrew calendar) since the death of my mother, and I feel the need to do this.
not that I believe in any of the superstitions about praying for her soul - I believe a person's afterlife is fixed once they're dead and once my mum was gone, I felt free to stop praying for her salvation, as by that point she had either taken God up on his offer or not (I had told her about Jesus) and that's that.
so, not a time for praying for her, but a time for remembering her and thanking God for her life. and possibly crying.
it's getting dark. I'll go light that candle now.
thank you, , for inviting me to play - I've enjoyed it so much that I don't think I'm going to stop. After all, if it's possible to have a 5-part trilogy, it should be possible to have a 10-day 5dayquest, right?
and since I'm in a rule-breaking mood, I'm going to invite two people today - though they are one, in a sense. and - your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to post a pic every day for 5 consecutive days showing something from your lives; and tag someone else every day to invite them to join in. (though I know some people don't like that tagging bit, so don't feel you have to.) (of course, you could just get the yorkies to do it for you. I'm sure they'd be pleased.)
many many thanks and hugs and all the floaty hearts to you, ! thank you for your kindness and thoughtfulness and generosity, and most of all for your friendship.
#unbirthdaypresentsftw #anniyimisfabulous #thursdayscanbeoktoo
and I'd really love my brain to look this cool ;)
though I'd prefer more purples and pinks and less green. obvs.
anyway, this is a prettified pic that I took on her 80th birthday. my brother and I had flown over to celebrate it with her - me from England and him from America (where he was living at the time) - and amazingly, my brother even organised a cake with writing on it. and I borrowed a camera from someone at work, iirc. And brought her flowers.
October 1998. A lifetime ago.
this scary clip brought to you thanks to someone who just necroplussed my comment on max's post from a couple of years ago
there are no words. (except maybe: viewer discretion is advised.)
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