Progressing nicely ...

As promised, here is a picture of the afghan I am crochetting in memory of Mom for Ms. Roth. I am amazed at the path my thoughts take when I am working the stitches with the hook. I remember when Mom made three of these afghans one Christmas for my older siblings. While playing chess with my Dad, drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette, she would have the laundry basket full of yarn beside her chair and working on the afghan. If I remember correctly, the fall colors went to Pat, the blue colors to Marg and, I think, but am not sure, that Bill's was green or gold.

Memories of home, Mom and Dad, and sibs make working on this project a treasure for me.