I’ve mentioned before that my paternal grandmother (Sita in Syrian) would say that everything bad was the worst thing ever. In her broken English, that became wors’ t’ing. Some famous ones have been mentioned before – dog in house – kiss on mouth, but one recently came to mind as I was writing the post about quilting.
Sita had suffered a stroke that left her with almost no short-term memory. This required that someone be with her all the time. I served in that role, often. Occasionally, one of her daughters would take her to church on Sunday. One such weekend, as I was staying with my grandmother, my aunt Mary brought over a new dress for Sita to wear when Mary took her to church the next day.
She had Sita try the dress on. Mary had Sita come into the living room so we could see how the dress looked. It looked good, but Sita didn’t like it. They argued, mostly in Syrian, as they returned to Sita’s bedroom. Sita changed back into her previous dress. Mary left with the announcement that she would be back the next day and Sita would wear the new dress to church.
After Mary left, Sita asked me to bring her the new dress, and to go into the basement and bring her a basket of pieces of material. It always amazed me that she couldn’t remember putting the tea kettle on the stove to boil water for tea, but she could remember a basket of scrap cloth she had in the basement. But she probably had that basket for 40 years. Something about that dress kept her focused on the task at hand.
I brought her the basket. She sorted through it and found two odd bits of material. She opened her sewing basket, which was always next to her chair and went to work. When she was done, she asked me to hold up the dress. She had sewn two squares onto the front of it. She smiled at her results and said:
“Dress without pockets, wors’ t’ing.”
I heard from my father, later in the week, that Mary was not happy with her mother, or with me for helping her “ruin” the new dress. My dad told me that his sister should have known better than to buy their mother a dress without pockets, and we both laughed.
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