I come from a long line of ‘workers’.
The enthusiastically employed, I’ll call them.
People who believed in hard work and industry. That idle hands are the devil’s workshop.
My grandma Stringam is one of the first and foremost in that long line.
The things she managed to accomplish in her lifetime are varied . . . and astounding.
Raising eleven children would probably be considered a good life’s work. But she didn’t stop there. She served her family and entire community as nurse, midwife, secretary, teacher, general aide, social leader and counsellor.
Her husband passed away in 1959 at the age of 83 after a battle with cancer.
Grandma was 74 at the time and had worked many long years.
Most of us (ie. me) would have relaxed and coasted gently into our sunset years.
But Grandma decided that what she needed was a new interest.
She had dabbled in crafts most of her life. When time allowed.
Now she became serious about mastering them.
She purchased a large, floor loom.
And spent many of her waking hours (and a few of her sleeping ones, I’m sure) seated at that loom.
Creating amazing works of art.
Which she then fashioned into other works of art.
Every one of her numerous grandchildren received something from the talented hands of their grandmother.
I received several. Each carefully crafted and beautiful.
At the age of 75, Grandma, who was also serving as the Work Director for her church, was asked to travel to Salt Lake City to do a demonstration on weaving. She packed up her loom, 68 articles to display, her daughter and a long-time friend. And did it.
Grandma is one of my heroes.
Her example gives me the courage to try new things.
This week, I took up playing the cello.
It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.
And just never . . . did.
It really doesn’t sound like much yet. A lot of tortured strings and almost notes.
And my daughter says my ‘cello-playing’ face is quite . . . amusing.
But I’ll persevere.
Who knows. Maybe I’ll be asked to demonstrate somewhere when I’m 75.
I’ve got 15 years.
Better get to work . . .