memories of names forever entwined
my three brothers and i.... when we were children, we were a unit
we played together, laughed, experimented, fought, protected and were fiercely loyal
we kept our mother hopping with our crazy, hare-brained ideas
and oh, we did we have fun
we were: michael, robert, jillayne and scott
when i was thirteen, our family came undone and we four never lived together under one roof after that
over the years, time and distance and circumstance have kept us very separate still
i often think of us as only children, born of the same mother....
and even though we rarely see each other, nor write or phone, they, and the mostly happy memories of those early years, are still held tightly in my heart
so many special memories, especially the christmas ones
when i showed this heart-shape pocket for my dreams a few posts back,
someone suggested it could also hold special memories - as i read those words i knew instantly that i would store those memories in a different way, in this way
four christmas stockings, one for each of us
when i was very little my mom made us each a brown felt stocking, each with our own name, and felt cut-outs of different shapes to decorate them, the edges sewn and pinked
i still have mine, and put it out every year...
when we were children, we always laid them out in order: michael, robert, jillayne and scott...
at one time she had ordered beautiful gold seals, a tiny holly wreath encircling the outer edge, and printed inside:
merry christmas, from michael, robert, jillayne and scott
she used them to seal the backs of the christmas cards sent each year to family and friends
always the four of us, and always in that order
it was the rhythm of my childhood
these, along with many others, are the memories i will keep safe in these stocking-pockets
one for each of us, with our names stitched inside:
|tiny squares of linen and lace tacked down with a simple cross-stitch|
|woven strips of linen and lace with tiny stitched stars|
|hand stitched honey-comb smocking|
|crazy quilted with bits of lace and linen|
lots of stitching detail
too pretty for the boys, i suppose, but perfect for my memories of them~
i didn't add the little knots at the heel of the stocking below - just carefully placed the scrap of a doily
below is the panel i am working on, where they will each be stitched, all in a row
keeping it fairly simple, so as to be the perfect backdrop; not competing, just enhancing
playing with positioning... and who gets which one.... i never usually got first choice of anything, (although they would vehemently disagree!);
it's kind of fun to finally be the boss of them
the final arrangement....
the smocked one is for me (i like it the best!)
so here we'll be, all together again
memories of each and all, the laughter, and the joy of those childhood christmases
so tell me, do you have brothers and/or sisters?
who were you?