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| My family collage |
The older ladies loved crocheting and today I have some lovely hand crocheted tablecloths in elegant ecru coloured cotton. These I use on extra special occasions. And every time I lay them I remember their creators with fond memories.
My mother made most of my clothes even without a pattern. Something I'd never succeeded to do. She was quite an artist and began a small ceramic studio where we produced lovely Australian designs on all sorts of articles.
How I'd love to chat with my mum as we used to. We'd talk about everything under the sun, and still not run out of conversation. Dear mum guided me through my awkward teenage years and right up to my own marriage to my beloved husband.
A few years later she became our favourite babysitter and was adored by our son. She never stayed around long enough to see my first book published and I do regret that. She would have been my own enthusiastic publicist.
When her fine mind became confused with that awful creeping dementia I became like a mother to her and was glad to be able to do all the things she used to do for me. Taking on the power of attorney was a strange feeling at first, but very necessary. I am so happy that I carry her name in mine. I will always love you for the sweet, clever, funny person you were....STELLA.
