Wednesday, 19 January 2011
This needlepoint belongs to a friend of mine. The same framed textile hung in my Opa & Oma's dining room. My Oma stitched it from a kit and it's one of those evocative objects. When I see it, it brings me back to visits with my grandparents where Opa and I played chinese checkers on a board that he made himself and where Oma would make delicious Mennonite foods like zwieback and rollkuchen. A cousin has the needlepoint, but I have Oma's wooden cooling rack that Opa probably made himself.