Sadette Harmon

Knitting Pretty

Christmas Eve was usually reserved for family but this year Elenor and Fletcher were joining us. Elenor was a chipper woman with short salt and pepper hair and a ringing laugh. She was my teacher for piano, pipe organ, knitting, and weaving. Her husband Fletcher was sweet, soft spoken, and also a musician. He could play any kind of horn you could think of including a sackbut. Needless to say they were good friends and delightful company. When it came to opening presents, Elenor handed me a small box wrapped in bright red paper with a green bow on top. I carefully unwrapped it to find a pair of small, bright scissors in the form of a crane. The two finger holes sat in place of the legs while the golden body of the crane formed the main shaft of the scissors. A long delicate silver beak served as the sharp blades of the implement.