Ma-Maw Ryta Gail’s Blanket
Right after Gregg’s 8th birthday, his mother died from breast cancer. One of the few things that we have of hers is a box of blankets that she crocheted.
For years, that box sat in storage. One day last year, I came across the box and decided that, if I had crocheted a box of blankets, I would want my son’s family to use them rather than keep them in perpetual storage.
So, I pulled one out, washed it, and laid it across the back of my couch.
Now anyone lying on the couch who wants a blanket grabs that one. The boys are constantly lying under it, fighting over it, running through the house with it. We tell them Ma-Maw Ryta Gail made it. Then we tell them how much she would love them.
Somehow, they know it’s special.
I’m trying not to panic now that the one I pulled out has a hole in it. I still want us to use it, after I get it fixed, but there’s a part of me that wants to hide it back in safety in its box, where it’s survived, hole-free, for the last nearly 40 years. I just really think, that if it were me, I’d want my kids and grandkids to use it. So we’ll get it fixed and put it back out and hopefully, another little foot won’t go through it again.
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Just happened upon your blog. The photos of your boys are so sweet. That special blanket looks like great place to cuddle on a cold January day.
I agree!!! I just finished crocheting a baby blanket for my new niece, and after all the HOURS I put into it I would hate for it to go unused and unloved. The holes and repairs just add to the story of the blanket :)
My new project is to crochet a blanket for each of my kids to LOVE.
As a quilter, I want my family and friends to use and love the things I have made for them. It would break my heart to see my quilts in perpetual storage. What an awesome way for your children to build memories about their Grandma Bridgeman. I have the old wooden trunk that my Great grandmother brought to the US when she immigrated here in the 1800s. I can still read the shipping address on the outside of the trunk. I remember that it sat in my Grandmother’s vestibule for all the years I was growing up. I never knew my Great grandmother but I absolutely love that I can enjoy a small piece of her life. I often wonder how she felt when she left Sweden with all of her worldly possessions in that old trunk. I think you have made the right decision to share her afghans with her grand children. I’m sure she would want that… :)
Hallee, I’d be happy to repair it for you if you don’t have anyone local who can do it. :)