Sunday, February 16, 2014

An Inherited Crochet Afghan Created in 1937

My maternal grandmother passed away in October 2012 at 94 years old. Next to her Lazy Boy sat a basket with works in progress. She had been working on two granny square afghans, one in pinks and greens, and the other in gray and a variety of pastel colors.

For as long as I can remember, she'd always been the crafty type. As a child, I remember the "back room" of her house, which had been converted to a sewing room, complete with a dress form. She sewed clothing with perfect stitches and exact fit. Being a product of the Depression Era, she'd learned young to sew out of necessity, not just as a hobby.

Besides sewing, I also remember her working on various yarn crafts, needlepoint and dabbling in 3-D art. Like her sewing work, every craft project she undertook was done with perfection, producing something beautiful in the end.

After Grandma was gone, my mother and I were cleaning out her apartment. A large bag of yarn accumulated, including some of the fancy yarns I blogged about the other day, and my mother said to take them with me.  Then my mother pulled out an afghan from the closet and handed it to me. "Would you like to have this?" she asked. I struggled not to cry.


The beautiful lapghan my mother handed me had been crocheted by my grandmother sometime around 1937, when she was about 20 years old. Here she is a year earlier, standing proudly with her best friend, wearing the coats they'd bought on layaway for 25 cents per week.

My grandmother is on the right.
 Stitched in a potpourri of half-double crochets, bobbles and scallops, the beautiful lap-sized afghan is a medley of red, pink and taupe. As I examined it closely, it was clear my grandmother had a gift. I am certain she would have never identified her crochet or any other craft-ability as a gift.



Over the course of nearly 80 years, the afghan has gotten a bit stretched, it feels as if the stitches are tight from washing, but it's crocheted so well that I'm certain it will last on this earth far longer than I will. Someday, one of my grandchildren or great-grandchildren will be given this afghan and it's my job to make sure they understand its significance. It will be my responsibility to tell them about the woman who crocheted it.

Soon the afghan will grace my couch in Germany, where I live most of the time with my boyfriend. We have no pets there and no small children who are prone to spilling, so the afghan will be safe until it is given to a subsequent generation. I miss my grandma every day. But I feel connected to her each time I pick up a crochet hook and yarn, and especially when my fingers run over the very stitches she crocheted in 1937. 

My grandmother holding one of her great-great-grandchildren, September 2012.

11 comments:

  1. BEAUTIFUL!!! I have such a treasure as well. My Great Grandmother crocheted a thread bedspread. I do not have possession of it at the moment, but her son (my grandfather) gave it to me AFTER he passes!! LOL I do however have pics of it and they are the background of my blog page. Such a treasure!!!

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    1. They really are treasures, aren't they? A way to remain connected. :)

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  2. Mary, that is EXQUISITE! An absolutely beautiful piece! And a lovely story, too. I also have a treasure from my Grandma that was tucked away in her attic and given to me after her passing--a box of swatches that she started and (for whatever reason) put them aside in a pile, a stack of old crochet pattern books she subscribed to dating back to 1950, and my treasure--a crochet hook that she gave me when she finally taught me at age 7 how to crochet (after I begged and begged to learn). It is still my "go-to" hook that I use most often. I also think of my Grama every day. I feel she's with me as I create, just as you've expressed. Thank you so much for sharing this very personal, very touching story. :)

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    1. You're welcome, Monica. I'm glad to know my story made you think of happy memories of your grandmother. :)

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  4. Our ancestors were too cool! My grandmother taught me to knot and crochet. My 12 year older brother said I was 2 years old. Hard to believe, but I do remember I sat at her feet on a little footstool and we had yarn.

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    1. What a special memory to have! And a way to remain connected to your grandmother. :)

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  5. What a beautiful afghan. Have any idea where we could find the pattern?

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    1. Hello Charlotte! I'm planning to recreate the pattern soon and will let everyone know when it's done. I can't see allowing something so beautiful to be lost to the past. That's one of the things I love most about crochet -- it keeps us connected to the past and the future.

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  6. That truly is something to be treasured.

    I have a small necklace of my grandmothers which was given to her by my grandad. It's not worth anything, it's not even silver but I adore it.
    There's a small sort of dent on the back which is exactly thumb sized and when I hold and sort of rub on it in a certain way my thumb fits perfectly and I love the thought that she probably did exactly the same thing and that's what made the dent.
    It really gives me a connection to her.

    I would have loved to have something as beautiful as the lapghan to treasure. That is so beautiful and as a crocheter yourself, you can really appreciate the work so much.
    Enjoy your wonderful gift from her.

    :)

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    1. What a lovely keepsake. :) It's wonderful to have something tangible that connects to someone so dear to us. We're very fortunate.

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