Friday, October 15, 2021

My Dad Could Sew

Was it a good thing or a bad thing that my father could sew?


When he was a little boy, my father had rheumatic fever.  His mother was hard-pressed to keep him quiet and avoid physical activity. 


Grandma had been a tailor…not just an accomplished seamstress…but a tailor.  Prior to her marriage, she worked at a clothing company that made men’s suits.  When sewing for the family, she even made her own patterns.  She would take measurements and trace out a pattern on newspaper.  Due to her skills, I never had a store-bought winter coat until I was in 7th grade.  Also due to her skills, in desperation to keep my dad inactive, she taught him to sew. 


As a sickly child unable to rough house with the boys, he made clothes for his sisters’ dolls.  As an adult, he could sew on his own buttons and do minor repairs.  After my mother passed away, the problem with this emerged.


Dad never had very good fashion sense.  Years of my mother “dressing” him didn’t give him the picture.  After she passed, he decided that she had encouraged him to wear his slacks longer than he thought they should be.  He was living with us after she departed, so one day when I arrived home from work, he announced that he had shortened all of his slacks.  I was horrified when I saw the results.  He had carefully hemmed his slacks into “high water” position.


So attired, he forged out into the world, happy with his accomplishment and thinking he looked great.


I decided this was not a battle I wished to fight.  I had enough trouble getting him to go to the barber instead of doing a hatchet job on his own hair.


I hope my mother doesn’t scold me when I see her in heaven.  I think she will shrug it off and be as glad to see me, as I am to see her.


Monday, October 11, 2021

Thoughts on a New Day

What new book should I read,

What different place explore,

What question should I ask,

I should open…which door?

 

Is there something I’ve never tried,

A path I haven’t walked,

A truly interesting person

To whom I haven’t talked?

 

Is there a song I haven’t sung,

A joke I haven’t heard,

A flower I haven’t smelled,

A previously unknown bird?

 

Is there a prayer I haven’t prayed,

A task I’ve left undone,

Have I neglected God’s desire

That I glorify His Son.

 

Well then, I have good reason,

Another day to wake,

To continue to seek out,

The path I’m meant to take.