Thursday, December 24, 2009


As it turns out, my mother was not the only one who taught me the love of needle work.

One of my most cherished Christmas decorations is this latch hook piece that my father made in his retirement.
Brings back blessed memories. Oh, how Daddy loved Christmas! He even played Santa at least one year in the town square. He also put a longed for doll on a less fortunate neighbor girl's porch one Christmas morning.

One of my favorite stories of my mother's Christmas spirit is that one year my sister saw scraps of fabric by the sewing machine. She thought sure she was going to get a new dress for Christmas. Quite a surprise when there was no new dress on Christmas morning. Later that winter, she saw young girls at school (from a poorer family) wearing dresses made of the fabric.

Thanks, Daddy and Mother for quietly living--and teaching us--the spirit of the Santa part of Christmas, but most of all for allowing us to grow in knowledge of the true meaning of Christmas.

I miss you!


Jan said...

Beautiful post Mary Lynn and what wonderful parents you had! I adore your Dad's latchhook! What a treasured possession :) Merry Christmas to you and Terry!

Julia said...

The latchhook is a treasure as well as your Mom and Dad were to the world.
Merry Christmas

Anonymous said...

Mary Lynn what a treasure that latchhook is and how quitely generous your parents were! They lived out the true meaning of Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you and your family :)