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Reverence.

8/21/2014

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My mother was raised by her grandparents in Sweden, surrounded by old things. On a farm, you will always need a blade, a cloth, a jar, a bag. You repair, wash, save. You honor the time it takes for someone to make something, anything, because it's time away from harvest or animal care. My mother's most memorable clothes had once been an aunt's or a cousin's, remade to fit. She helped weave rag rugs on a Glimakra loom, shuttling strips of clothing into the next phase of usefulness. A favorite breakfast was a slice of the previous morning's congealed porridge, fried in butter.

This is in me. This I have been taught. So I save. 

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It's a form of highly organized hoarding.
And I think the reason why I'm having a difficult time starting the next project is because I'm looking at this:

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Highly organized hoard of mending.
And I can't help but feel like not getting through this chore is somehow not tending my family. I think, "If I can just patch the holes, just stretch the life a little more, then .... what?" Does a 5-year old appreciate a knee patch? Does an 8-year old even notice? Can I make them notice? Can I make up for working, head down, palm extended towards them, all summer and asking them to make their own snacks, or to play outside for another 10 minutes, to accept pancakes for dinner, again? (Despite my son's, "This is the best dinner of my entire life!" and the fact that it may have been the best summer of their lives, too, in that free-wheeling-1976-golden-toned-first-glimpse-of-independence kind of way, I still feel guilty for being so distracted).

The artist and sculptor, Louse Bourgeois (1911-2010), said "You repair the thing until you remake it completely," and, "The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it." Mending this pile feels like emotional mending, and while I tell myself I'm tending my family, I know I'm tending myself. Something needs repairing. I feel it. Winter is coming.

If we can teach our children this, that mending and saving are acts of honoring, that old things, even some old ways, should often be revered, not shunned or tossed out, then maybe they'll consume less later. Maybe they'll re-think longevity and usefulness in their own lives. Maybe they will be useful people with useful ideas. Maybe I will still be useful to them as they grow older. Maybe they'll figure out how best to tend their own spirits and know exactly when this work needs to happen.

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Maybe they'll spend their 20's and 30's hauling around old textiles and doilies out of a sense of guilt or responsibility to family history, grumbling the entire time about how no one uses these things anymore, wondering why it was all created in the first place, mad because they've been saddled with the burden of all this "stuff," wondering what to do with it.

And then maybe one day, they'll get through the mending pile, put all the clothes away neatly, brush the threads from their thighs, turn to the next task ahead and say, "Oh. Of course. Now I know what to do with this."

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Because it will be in them to know. 

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Lynn Lovegreen link
8/21/2014 02:52:11 am

Beautiful post, Amy. For me, the trick is to do things out of love, not guilt. Once guilt rears its ugly head, it turns into a negative.

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8/21/2014 11:12:40 pm

I agree with you Lynn. I can feel the days when it's powered by guilt and not love, even when I can't quite put my finger on the thing that's stirring. I could say it's a fine line between the two, guilt and love, but really, it's a chasm. Good to always recognize which side you're standing on before proceeding.

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Lois Carlson Smith
12/28/2014 09:45:37 am

My grandmother grew up in Sweden like that too! I so enjoyed this walk down memory lane!

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Asia Freeman
12/28/2014 10:35:13 am

Amy, I know that at least a few of your repairs will be remembered and, because of the love in your stitches, your repairs will shape your children's lives. Your musings remind me of a favorite memory, a favorite repair. I was cuddled up in my mom's emerald green embroidered Chinese silk robe, maybe seven years old, enjoying its texture (picture a splash of brilliant color and softness in a corner of a dark cabin) when I noticed to my horror a large tear in one sleeve. I showed my mother, distraught. Instead of exclaiming over this tragedy my mom (who was probably darning socks at that moment) told me about how we could fix it very nicely. We dug through her scrap boxes to find a brilliant piece of contrasting silk and she carefully patched it, inviting me to add a few stitches myself. She told me about how a repair could be beautiful, like the hammered silver seam in a rebuilt Japanese pot. In this very old tradition, she told me, some things were even broken on purpose just so lovely repairs could be carefully made. This idea, this aesthetic of repair has inspired me ever since. A repair as a moment to say how much you love something, someone. A repair as a revelation, a testimony.

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12/28/2014 06:57:34 pm

What a lovely image, Asia. I recently read about the dusty concept of "the romance of the fragment," with regards to museum conservation and how with new technology (and reversible mending techniques), ancient broken sculpture can become new and whole again. Seamlessly repaired. And I'm conflicted about this because I, too, love the tradition of filling cracked pots with silver and gold seams, of wool socks worth the effort of darning and the idea of teaching a child that history can be tended and visible and honored in this way, as well. I'm blown away with the technology of resins and fiberglass pin reinforcement and computer models and imagery to aid in their placement, but deep down, I'm a "romance of the fragment" kind of girl.

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