20 years ago I was working, besides my job as a nurse in a psychiatric hospital, in a retirement home. I've been working there for over 10 years. I liked both the jobs, and then, in particular, the combination of them. One of the women who was living there was a passionate embroiderer. She was in particular fond of embroidering samplers. Often she was awake in the night, and sometimes I sat besides her to talk a bit. We often talked about our handicrafts like knitting an embroidering, and about her long life and past. She was the woman I most connected with, not only because of her crafts, but also because her ideas and vieuws about living in general.
At the age of 97 she died. She didn't have any family or other kin. After the funeral I was called to meet the directress, and she told me the woman had wanted me to get some of her embroidered work. Another nurse and me had showed her that we appreciated this work a lot. I inherited 10 of her samplers!
I'm so grateful, every time I see the samplers they remind me of her, and of my years working in the retirement home. Nowadays they are hanging in our hall.
Which by the way is rather narrow and dark, so it wasn't easy to make photo's. I had to use the flashlight.
This was the last one she made. I still can imagine her sitting in her chair and embroider.
This one was made with different red colors.....
Such little stitches...
I still love looking and admiring them, all those tiny stitches.