amythefibergoddess and i were chatting over coffee this week, when she showed me some pictures of her recent discovery. it seems she found a great wheel and skein winder that a neighbor had stored that belonged to his mother. following her death, he put them away thinking that maybe, someday, his kids might have an interest in wooly adventures and want grandma's things. time moves on and those beloved items start becoming a chore to move around, dust around and just have taking up your space. so he was looking to see if amy wanted them and how much they might be worth. i'm listening to the story and as she tells me his name, i complete it. stunned, her first question is how do i know him? well, our parents were great friends and we grew up together. this was a time when families would get together on a saturday evening, make a meal, play cards and have long conversations. kids would play outside, play games and not disturb the folks. there were no tv's, videos, dvd's and barely music. usually it was us playing the piano or guitar and singing like loons! i was at his wedding, his folks were at mine, and i was there at the grave site when his dad died. his mom followed a few years later, shortly after my eldest was born. over the years my folks would hear from him or stop in to visit, but i hadn't seen him in over a decade. egad, does that sound old! amy stood there and gave me his number, telling me that i was meant to have this wheel. she would just put it in storage and really? the fiber goddess was giving us a sign.
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