"I think you're ready to learn how to knit with straight needles," she told me and, because of our sometimes-abrasive relationship, she added, "I know Grandma will enjoy teaching you."
My respect for my grandma meant that I would have to control myself. No matter how frustrating knitting became I couldn't toss the needles. I knew my grandma wanted me to persevere, how could I disappoint her?
During first day of 4-H, I was proud to show my leader all I knew about knitting. She couldn't stop watching my needles. I thought she was impressed, but then she said, "I've never seen anyone knit like that."
Embarrassed, I said, "My grandma taught me, but I can learn your way."
"Your grandma...?" We lived in a small community, maybe she knew my grandma. She definitely knew of her successes at the fair. "No, I think you should continue knitting like that. It's part of your family's culture. We'll address any problems when we come to them."
I'm grateful for her flexible attitude and I know my grandma was as well.
She struggled to push herself into a sitting position and I helped her. She reached for the yarn and I gave it to her. One wrap, two wraps and...
"You'll have to go it on your own, honey." She passed the yarn to me.
I revised this short story on January 15, 2020 (10:52 AM)