Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today in the mail I received a package from my Uncle Dee who lost his wife, my art Marj, this year. They are a love story that everyone in in their small town knows.
The package contained more of her threads and needles and work for my aunt’s hardanger art. My aunt Marj taught me how to work the threads and create the patterns over a year ago when we visited.
Now, my uncle sends me his finds in the house as he finds them, the little things of love by Marj.
And the love story part is this:
See the little “pin cushion” with needles in the picture? It’s not a pin cushion– it’s a magnetic cushion my Uncle made for my aunt so she didn’t need to push in the needles, but could just drop them so the magnet would catch them.
He loved the things she did, different than him, and saw a need to which he could add. That’s love.
We love the little
things, different than us that
to our loves we add.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
The little cushion now sits on my shelf, so I can easily find a needle to sew on the lost button from my husband’s pants. Yes, people still sew today.
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart