Clothespin dolls, by Sharon
I wish I remembered clothespin dolls. I'm surprised I don't. They are exactly the sort of craft that I began learning about the time I was weaned and potty-trained and enjoyed ever after. Maybe it's because spring clothespins had come into widespread use by the time I was born. Had I known about them when I was around ten years old, I would have spent weeks making them, creating shoebox homes for them.
It's not too late. I have discovered clothespin dolls now, and found a new purpose for them. I made six to be shared among the tiny granddaughters who are about to arrive for a visit and a couple of local friends. What fun I've had making them. If it weren't for the press of time, I'd make another dozen. What fun I've had, raiding my dwindling scrap bags of yarn and fabric, devising ways to make hair, crafting wee dresses. I feel like a kid again!
Not only have I made up for the memory I don't have, I hope I'm creating memories for future generations. Realizing the importance of memories better than I did even when my own children were young, I'm determined to create wonderful Grandmama memories with my grandchildren. Considering they all live at least five hours away by air, that takes some doing.
Isn't that just the greatest thing about life writing? It can make us aware of the future and our ability to create the future as well as helping us explore the past.
Write now: make a list of memories you wish you'd had. Turn that list into a second list of wishes. Take one wish and write about how you can make it come true.