I didn’t know I was learning Needle Arts.
Bronchitis was the diagnosis, the pediatrician ordered rest and quiet. I was propped up with pillows and slathered with Vics-Vap-o-rub. It was an annual event: the leaves fell, the heat came up and I got sick. The pediatrician said I would outgrow it, which I did.
Until I grew out of it, Mom was trying to keep me quiet and still so I wouldn’t cough. Mom gave me a tray with a silver bell so I could call her without having to speak, but once the household chores were done and I had napped she would sit with me showing me how to crochet, knit, sew and embroider.
Listed are a few projects with my reflections:
Christine Heinicke 