This needlework picture was a gift to my mother from my Aunt May in 1982 (the date is written on the back). It’s about 16 inches wide and 20 inches tall, and I can’t imagine how much time it must have taken for her to complete it. It was one of those lovely things that mom had hanging in her house and when I said how much I liked it she promplty went looking for a pen and a piece of masking tape, wrote my name and stuck it on the back. It was how she decided what she would leave to people. So we actually had to be careful what we admired if we didn’t want to end up taking it home with us.
The sticking of names on things was a lot easier than keeping a list I guess. And it got to be a source of great family fun. One of us would pick up an ornament and turn it over just to be able to complain that whoever was written there was getting all the good stuff, and it wasn’t fair. Once I was teasing my youngest sister and she told me to shut up or she’d put my name on that ugly glass rooster on the top of the cupboard. And if anyone mentioned that something was nice, someone else was sure to yell “Put your name on it!”
But I’m thrilled that my name was on this work of art and that it’s now a beautiful thing hanging in my house. I think of my aunt and my mom whenever I look at it and the memory of them both is an even more beautiful thing.