Hope Chests

They were called “hope chests”—those large cedar storage chests where we hopeful young girls stored what we would need for our future households. In years past, preparing for our future included embroidering dishtowels and tablecloth sets, crocheting pillowcase edging and doilies, and knitting afghans. Filling our hope chests was an expected and honorable pastime. We often started as early as 6 or 7 years old, coached in simple embroidery and crocheting techniques by patient mothers, grandmothers, and aunts. The time spent sharing the wisdom, experience, and knowledge of the older generations, provided the most valuable lessons of all. Needlework skills were incidental to the love, encouragement, and confidence that were woven into the fabric of our lives during those sessions. We prepared for our future days of the week by embroidering dishtowels with designs depicting a predictable work schedule, like a day planner on cotton. For example, Monday was wash…

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Key Contemplations

“I have no idea what this unlocks.” I muttered to myself as I examined the key in my hand. I had been working all morning on the tangle of keys piled on the kitchen table. Since one of my New Year’s resolutions is to organize and simplify my life, the key rack seemed to be a good place to begin. There were at least a dozen key rings. Some sported one key; others clutched up to 17—most were unlabeled. I started with the easy ones—the few that were labeled. These included keys to neighbors’ homes. We have an exchange agreement in case of emergencies and pet sitting. I put those back on the rack, along with the keys to my parents’ home. I recognized a couple of the unlabeled keys as possible extra keys to our front door. I locked the door and tried them. One work; one did not.…

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