Posted By Craft Corps on June 2, 2009
Name: Marleah Augustine
Location: Ellis, Kansas
Profession: Librarian Assistant / Graduate Student
Craft(s) of Choice: Crochet, paper crafts
My earliest memory of crafting, besides the macaroni “art” that only a mother can love, is of my grandmother grasping yarn and hook, attempting to teach me to crochet. At the time, I put up with it because I loved my Nana and the attention she lavished on me. I never did get past making chains—my six-year-old mind had trouble grasping any more than that. Eventually, Nana gave up on me, letting me run around the yard catching toads instead. Later, as a high school sophomore, I rediscovered crochet. I made my first scarf and proudly displayed it for Nana, who was at this time living in a nursing home. Her arthritis had left her unable to crochet anymore, and I could see the delight in her eyes telling me that—even though I had struggled with chain stitches—she was so proud that her beloved craft had finally come full circle. Now my Nana is gone, her long and full journey finally ended. I still crochet, more now, and I think of her with every stitch—especially when I run into a pattern’s foggy instructions or a fresh idea with yet-unknown construction. My Nana was an amazing resource of information, which I neglected to use when it was possible. I’m left with the vivid memories, the regret that there are so many unanswered questions I have for her, and the hope that someday I will get to sit with her again, laughing over our hooks and yarn.