*** MY MOM THE SEAMSTRESS ***
A POEM by Carla Kitts:
With a needle she creates
Tiny animal, humans and fruits such as dates
Her hands are strong and swift
Quietly trying to sew the rift
That has grown between her and the ones she adores
For the things she creates they always open closed doors
Her heart is heavy as she sew long into the night
Sewing sometimes by lamps and sometimes by candlelight
She's sewing her life away
Silently praying her sewing will keep the pain away
She makes clothes for her family, and for strangers
She works and creates with her needle no matter the dangers
Her heart is heavy but her hands work fast
For she does not know how long her time here on earth will last.
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As some of you know, my marvelous mother Bertha passed away about a month ago at the age of 83.
She was a country gal raised on a farm who just adored nature, animals, flowers, trees.
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well, all of God's creations/creatures great and small.
She was very much an artist, dabbling in all forms of art.
One particular world that she insisted on being an inhabitant of was the world of SEWING.
She loved everything having to do with needle and thread, and boy did she excel in her art.
She used an old SINGER treadle sewing machine (like the one in the picture attached to this post) for years to produce fantastic works of art.
As she aged and got more proficient, she added other newer machines that did other fancy things.
SHE ADORED MAKING AND DISTRIBUTING her goodies to everyone around her in the form of dresses, quilts, curtains, dolls, stuffed animals, COVID masks, kitchen towels, oven mitts, etc.
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even in the later years while dealing with the crippling effects of severe rheumatoid arthritis, especially
in her hands.
She sewed right up to her death!
In her middle age years she worked at a JoAnn Fabrics store.
During those years and even after the job, she accumulated what amounts to HER OWN little JoAnn Fabric store, with rolls and rolls of diverse fabrics, buttons of all sorts, zippers, underlining, threads, needles, ribbons, laces, fringes, trims, patterns, felts, craft supplies, etc.
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AN ENTIRE ROOMFUL.
Before she passed, she expressed her desire that this treasure trove be given to an organization or club that teaches and encourages all generations to delve into the SEWING & CRAFT world that she so adored.
THEREFORE, if you belong to such a group or know of one, please contact me through this website.
It could be a Home Ec class, a Quilters' club, or some other sewing enthusiast group.
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NO HOARDERS!!! Her desire was to have an ACTIVE group inherit her little store.
THE CONDITIONAL REQUIREMENT: You (Your Group) must come to her home, box EVERYTHING related to sewing (no picking and choosing [you can do that at your home or place]) and haul it away.
This does not include the sewing machines themselves.
Further details can be gotten by contacting me.
If these goods fall into the hands of the right group, then EVERYTHING made will have a little piece of my mom in it and she, in a sense, can continue to give freely to others and make the world a nicer place as she had done for 83 years.
The pictures included are ones I put together for a slide presentation played at her memorial.
I hope it brings back memories for many of you fellow enthusiasts.
Thank you for time and honoring my SEAMSTRESS MOM.
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