Our December weavers gathering at friend Sonya and Cecil’s was a riotous, joyful, pre holiday laughter filled delight. While we always find inspiration in the sharing of our fiber creations, this meeting was especially meaningful in that Sonya had requested that we bring something that our mothers had created. Of course I totally spaced it out and realized after the fact what I should have brought. I don’t remember my mother as a creative person and we never heard much about her real mother who had to give up her 3 children when my mother was 5 years old. The start of a difficult and tumultuous life for her. Too many things left unsaid. The one thing that I do know about my mother is that she loved her kids with a fierce pride.
I left this meeting in awe of the many connections that my friends have with the women in their past; in the photos that were shared and the fiber creations that the women generations past, and a couple of fathers, had created. What a great tangible string bridging the lives and work of the women we came from.
It was amazing to me how many generations Barb B. and Olga could go back and the incredible personal history that they have knowledge of. I love that Susan taught her mother to weave but that the political and feminist activist that she is, is something she shares with her mother. Elin and Anne Marie’s heritage is from Denmark and the fiber arts were something that they both grew up with. A couple of my favorite treasures that were shared was the incredibly finely stitched doll passed down through generations in Carole’s family and the bright purple teddy bear that Michelle’s mom had made out of a prom dress of Michelle’s. I am still trying to wrap my head around Michelle in a purple satin prom dress.
For better or worse our relationships with our mothers can be complicated; they brought us life, they are our connection to generations past and are part of the future in the women we have become and influence how we raise our own children. This was the first time I have ever said the words out loud: I am Angela, daughter of Ruth.