I stayed with my grandma in Melacca for about 2 years when I was between 5 to 6 yrs old. Memories of that couple of years with her are still fresh in my mind now, even after 6 decades have passed. My grandma never laid a finger at me. I remember her cooking and feeding all her grandkids (3 of us) while taking care of us. She was healthy, busy trying to survive herself as her husband left her, and grumpy.
I know now, as I'm a grandma to 5 grandkids, to post a picture of memories into grandkids' minds is to be with them at every chance, to enjoy them, and to show love to them. These memories go a long way, just as I've experienced, decades later.
At the time when these photos were taken, there are 4 grandkids. They all don't stay with me or near me. We need to book flights to see each other. The last time, before the corona pandemic changed our living, was 2 years ago, in 2018. It has been two years and my patience is running out.
In the summer of 2018, I took up knitting again. I knitted a couple of cardigans and a vest before moving to Wales in 1993. That was it. I didn't bother to knit anymore after that. So two years ago, I give myself the challenge of taking it up again. The result as shown in all the photos above are knitted caps for my 2nd daughter and all my grandkids.
Kumiko was born on 7 Jan 2020. I was in the delivery room and holding her the minute she was wrapped up. I managed to be with her for a month and then the corona hit. It has been 2 years since I hold her. I need to knit for her a cap this winter. I don't want her to be left out. I will have to start soon on this.
Eventually, they will outgrow the cap but my hope is they won't outgrow the memories of me.
Haiku
Grandma's winter cap
all your childhood memories
hang in the dresser.
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