My cousin noticed that I've been crocheting so gave me a piece of crochet that our grandmother made many years ago. I never met my father's mother, Laura Jones. Sadly she died in 1970 when I was a baby, on the very day we drove to South Wales to meet her for the first time. When Kate gave me the piece I decided I should make it in to a cushion for my father so he could own a piece made by his mother and his daughter. I ordered the wool, made the cushion inside and finished the crochet inside a week. It was so strange but comforting somehow, to think of us doing the same thing, all those years apart, though we had never met I felt like I was getting to know her a little handling her work. I didn't count the stitches, just made it roughly the same size and when I came to put the pieces together, favouring Laura's border, it fitted stitch for stitch, it was like she was helping me make it. I gave it to my father. He remembered his mother working on it 60 years before in Whitland.
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