for gladys

for gladys

throughout my pregnancy people often asked if i wanted a boy or girl and of course i responded with the canned, "it doesn't matter as long as he/she is healthy." and this is absolutely true, i did want a healthy baby and would have been equally thrilled had e turned out to be a boy. but, i was especially excited that she was a she and for one major (albeit superficial) reason, girls are more fun to dress! ok all kidding aside i had hoped for a daughter for as long as i can remember because waiting in storage bins in my parents basement were dozens of crocheted outfits made by my great grandmother, gladys. they were mine when i was little and i couldn't wait for the day when they could be rescued and given another life. and when i say outfits i mean complete outfits. gladys made sweaters with matching hats, mittens, booties, diaper covers, and purses.

i don't remember much about gladys. she was my mother's father's mother, she was french canadian, and she was a new yorker. i've heard the infamous stories of her sitting in the window of her brooklyn brownstone in red hook yelling down (in the best of new york accents) at anyone who tried to park out front that that spot was for her joseph. one of the only memories i have that i am certain is true to me and not from a story or a photo is of her taking me to a shop where they sold doll parts which she made into dolls that she eventually crocheted outfits for. i'm fairly certain i would find any such shop creepy now.

gladys was gone before i was of the age where i appreciated the art of her craft. i learned to knit five years ago and taught myself to crochet just two years ago. the craft skipped a couple generations but i intend to pick up where gladys left off and teach my daughter how to make the sweaters her great great grandmother made and that she now wears. as i peruse the knitting and crochet patterns that i plan to make i wish that gladys could be here to sip tea and chat while we craft together.