I have had some consolation in my isolation.
I have been determined to make masks for my family.
I got my supplies ready only to discover my sewing machine was broken.
I mentioned this to my dad yesterday. He said he had one in his shop.
We pulled out an old dusty case from under a workbench.
This morning I opened it to find a treasure beyond measure.
My Gran’s machine is darling. I squealed with glee for the first time in weeks.
My great grandmother taught me how to sew when I was young.
We cut patterns out of newspaper and made doll clothes.
I sat there delicately touching the machine and feeling connected to these two women.
They lived through plague and wars. They supported their families. They managed.
So I will be sewing with my Gran and my great grandmother for a bit.
I don’t feel so alone now. They are with me. I have the skills they taught me.
I am grateful for the past coming for a visit during this tumultuous present.
What a gift!