Slowly but surely, my Mother and I are working through the deep cupboards and large boxes of her possessions. Some things are priceless and irreplaceable while others well, not so much, to be polite. The photographs are all being carefully kept but the ornaments and trinkets have to be thought about carefully as nobody has enough room for their own bits and pieces as well as my mother’s!
One morning we decided to go through the framed paintings and needlework. My mother has completed a few pieces of tapestry in her life and framed some and not others. Out came a pretty Jacobean design and, as you can see from the picture, it was beautifully made and framed. I hadn’t seen it before as it had been tucked away my whole lifetime. As I turned it over and saw the date she had worked it, I gave a squeak. My mother looked at me and asked what was the matter. She had made it in the summer of 1953… while she was pregnant with me.
Thinking I should strike while the iron was hot, I nipped home (we only live a short distance over the hill) and collected the tapestry that I worked on in the summer that I was expecting my first daughter. Here you can see the larger design that I did. I showed my mother and like me she was amazed, what are the chances that we would both independently choose an almost identical piece of needlework to create during the last months of our first pregnancy? She had never seen my work and I didn’t know about her picture quietly stored away.
So I have them both hung in the house at the moment – one day I am guessing I will have to downsize and I wonder if my daughters will want them. But for now I am enjoying the co-incidence!