Maybe this is too easy. But this entry really has some knitting content. I have really enjoyed reading all the Thankful Thursday Blogs from others, even when they have nothing to do with fiber.
2. What else am I Thankful for? My mother. I know I have spent decades complaining about her. She is undoubtedly the reason I gleefully got on that boat and moved to Alaska; good and far away from Vermont. My mother instilled in me, and in my sister, many good qualities, independence, curiosity, love of the outdoors, and a general skepticism of the status quo. My mother was particularly skeptical about two things, organized religion and politicians. Probably with good reason. It is because of my mother that I am a good cook. My mother DID NOT COOK. Fortunately my father did. I grew up eating grilled cheese, apples and brownies, the only things my mother ever mastered in the culinary realm. She cut the apples into "bird's nests". I still eat them that way.
But most of all my mother taught me to love books. She was a voracious reader, and an adventurous reader . She read books in French, when she couldn't find what she considered competent translations. And she read to me. I am not even sure that everything she read to me was appropriate, but I loved it anyway. My mother bought me every single Newbery Award book until I was about 35. Honestly. When I became a children's librarian she continued to buy them for me because she figured I needed them for work. I still try to read the Newbery books every year although I agree less and less with the choices as I get older.
I have to share this verse from Strickland Gillian's poem "The Reading Mother".
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than you I can never be-
I had a mother who read to me.
My mother died Feb 11, 1997. She was 90 years old and lived at home alone until a few months before she died. She was a piece of work, that woman.