03/08/2022
Today, we are honoring my paternal grandmother, Stella Evelyn Marie (Hoover) Nelson. She was born in 1900 and died in 1996. It is hard to imagine the life that she lived. From surviving the Great Depression, witnessing women’s suffrage, to her husband and then children fighting in each World War and each war after.
I was one of her last grandchildren as my father was her youngest of eight. She was 75 years old when I was born. I have many memories of her.. the taste of her cooked food, the smell of her clothes, and the feeling of her thin wrinkled skin on her hands and arms.
I remember she had a sewing room in one of the kid’s rooms upstairs at their house. She took me up there from time to time. And when they moved my grandparents out of their home into a nursing home, I remember wanting her clothes and sewing items.
Yet, it wasn’t until last summer when I received an item from her sewing room, a gift from my aunt. She gave an antique child’s sewing machine that grandma had given her. It has been through this little piece of history that I have deepened my connection to my grandmother. I feel it in my work, how I mother, treat myself, and how I walk on this earth. It is her perseverance, grit, and commitment to her family, to her living the best she could with what she had that I carry with me into each new day.