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December 1, 2010
Moose Jr.
Submitted By Meggin Dail
I
recently attended the craft fairs in Pittsfield. Specifically, I
visit the First Congregational Church Craft Fair by the Dorcas
Guild. It is the church my parents attend. It is where my mother’s
crafts (among many others’) are on display. It is where I buy the
things my mother makes.
She
gets mad at me for this. “I would have made you one!” “Why are you
buying that? I made it.” “I didn’t know you liked it that much.” I
love my mother’s crafts and I learned not so long ago that the Congo
Craft Fair was the place I needed to go to lay claim to some of her
things.
Christmas Eve not too long ago my mother had crafted these snow
people. I’d say they were about three feet tall and each one was
tailored to a specific theme. There was a shopper; a gardener; one
with a fancy hat; etc. Mom had shown me the ones she had made her
friends; the ones for the Yankee Swap; ones for her sisters and, of
course, one for the craft fair. I was sure there was one for me. I
passed one up at the craft fair. I ooo-ed and aw-ed the ones for her
friends and sisters. I let my sister-in-law go home with the one for
the Yankee Swap. My mother was flabbergasted, “Why didn’t you get
one of the snow people, I thought you liked them?”
I
was in disbelief, “I thought I was getting one!”
The
look on her face said it all.
Now
I go to the First Congregational Church Craft Fair to buy my
mother’s wares. What the heck, it’s a good cause. My mother doesn’t
have to make anything extra just for me and I get to pick and choose
what I like.
Besides it’s become tradition now. I get there right at 9:00 when it
opens. I chuckle the whole time picking out the items I’ve previewed
all summer long in her home and I’m amused by the bewilderment on my
mother’s face when I buy the things she’s made. They’re worth every
penny…and a whole lot more.
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