At the time, I was in my junior year at Acton Boxborough Regional High School. I so loved the art teachers and the classes they taught that I became a frequent visitor, or even a loiterer. I knew how to knit, but this is where I learned to crochet. I must have had some help in learning this, but I don't recall the details. I am sure that much of it I learned from a book, because I knew no one who crocheted.
I started making granny squares, colorful inner hues, traditional black borders. It was hypnotizing, the squares stacked up. Before long, I realized I would need to make a plan for how I would organize the rainbow of colors. As I crocheted the squares into rows, I imagined this afghan being used as a protective shield by me and my sibs as we scrambled together to watch the Wizard of Oz, as a breezy tent covering hung over a clothesline strung between the two pine trees in the backyard, later as an adornment for the back of numerous couches in my parent's home. Now I imagine the afghan is warming another family; the many piles of things accumulated over the years has been moved from my parent's family room on to Salvation Army or Goodwill. I hope that heavy, colorful, warm quilt is starting a new chapter in its life.