I went to visit Mom & Dad today. Ended up helping her clean out her yarn stash - she's a knitter from way back and has lots and lots of yarn. My craziest sister was up there last week and made a total mess of things, including losing the bills mom needed to pay by Monday and either losing or stealing her pain pills. We found the bills today while cleaning the mess up, but the pain pills still seem to be missing. This sister's idea of cleaning up is to take everything and randomly stuff it all in those plastic grocery bags and move it to somewhere it won't be as readily seen . . . . and pile it up there till that place is full. So Mom's knitting room was a disaster.
Anyway, we got the yarn all cleaned up and in plastic bins and Mom was going thru old knitting needles and crochet hooks. She came across one that her father, my grandfather, the carpenter had carved for his new bride when they were very young. She gave that to me along with several bone crochet hooks that also belonged to my grandmother and a bunch of steel knitting needles that also belonged to my grandmother. They are all special, but the hand carved crochet hook is beautiful and very very special.
