This week, I came home one evening to find a big box on the front step, left by the postman. It contained two old photo albums that were my mother's that had been in storage at my cousin's house for several years. I don't think I ever saw these albums, so it was a delight to look through them. The most fun pics were the ones of my mother knitting--and a sketch my father did of her knitting, as well. She's the one who taught me to knit and she was always very supportive of all the art and craft projects I did over the years, buying materials for me and admiring the results.
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