My Grandma Sophie lived until I married and after the birth of my two children. She was a dependable constant in my life. [Memories of Grandpa Gus will be in the Riedell Blog.] I am not sure if all my memories are my own or if many are not reinforced memories from Mom, my aunts, and old photos. I am pretty sure that this post will be amended over time as I remember more, but will begin with the first snap shots today. I call them snap shots, as this seems to be how my memories are recalled. They are always black & white snap shots of events. So here goes.
Grandma was a woman of many talents. She sewed, baked. crocheted and read. She was active in her Woman's Circle at her Church and also played volleyball at the local park recreational facility, Hazel Park in St. Paul. She took care of me as an infant when Mom worked and was always there.
I remember her teaching me some of my first sewing skills and watching her on her pedal sewing machine that resided in her bedroom. I could not have been very old, but still old enough to understand and sit at the machine. Not sure when she ever got a "modern" electric sewing machine, but I remember this old one.
I remember that many of my first clothes were made by her. I have the quilt she made for me of Sun Bonnet Sues, where each Sue had fabric from an outfit she had made for me. I have had to repair it with new banding, back, and batting, but the squares are still original. When she made my PJ's and other things with sleeves, I remember her trimming the arm holes while the garment was on me. That cold scissors trimming around and under the arms was remembered by Mom and my aunts too. It always gave us goosebumps to relive the experience. I do not remember ever seeing her with a commercial pattern for my early clothes. She drew pattern pieces on newspapers and that is how she proceeded. I am sure that the depression and necessity taught her to make her own.
She did not knit. But her crochet work is still in the family and I have numerous doilies, bed spread, etc. The two baby afghans that she made for my two kids are either with them or in Andrew's case, still in my house. Those were made from yarn but the majority of the items were made with thread and in the cream to ecru color. Once when I asked her to teach me, she said that I should rather learn to knit as it was more useful. I think in those days no sweaters or clothing was made by crochet but rather by knitting which is why she tried to direct me in that way. She or Mom also said that she did not really read crochet instructions. Rather she looked at an item and was able to reproduce it. Except for the ecru bed spread and doilies, she generally liked color. Not monochromatic but a rainbow of gentle colors, not bold. Whether that was by preference or her practice of using left overs from other projects and a Depression Era mind set of using all that was in front of her, I am not sure.