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Topic: Craft (as in handcraft) (02/08/07)
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By Ruth Neilson
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Her right hand was trembling, and starting to ache familiarly again. She knew that she should put on her wrist guard, but at the same time, Tibby wanted to get this exercise done. Eighteen inches for this project of the same colors and pattern that was started for an unknown reason. Tibby wasn’t worried, though, the purposes for her projects always revealed themselves at the right time. Still, this was not fun.
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She gritted her teeth and adjusted the tray holding her beading supplies on her lap as she shifted. Her left leg was going numb in her current position. She grimaced, flipped her waist-length braid over her shoulder, and picked up the needle again.
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Resuming the pattern, Tibby found her gaze drifting towards the window and shivered. Snow was piled high in mounds. It would have been fun to play in, but right now, she took some small comfort in the fact that she was inside the small cabin. The fire was crackling and popping merrily and Tibby returned her attention to the beads in front of her.
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Her younger cousins ran in from playing in the snow, changed clothes, and sat down on the floor their own blankets draped over their forms.
“Tibby, I wanna hear a story!” Sally announced. The others voiced their agreement and Tibby sighed as she fingered the thread. It would be something to think about and do while beading.
“Wha’ story you wanna hear today?”
“I wanna hear the rose story!”
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Tibby swallowed and glanced down at the chain of white beads. A rose chain. Her cousins wanted to know why she was partial to roses.
“Fair ‘nough. I’ll tell ya the rose story. But it’s not a funny story or anythin’ like tha’.”
Her cousins nodded seriously and Tibby glanced down at the tray covered in beads. She sucked in another deep breath and began to tell the story.
“A long time ago...”
Tibby’s hands stilled as she drew everyone deeper into the story. The room quieted, all except her voice rising and falling dramatically and the crackling logs. Her normally active cousins stilled as her craft unfolded before them.
As the tale ended, Tibby smiled and leaned back into the couch cushions. Her cousins were still quiet. Wordlessly, one by one they stood and left the room. Tibby found herself staring at the rose chain for a long moment before smiling to herself. She knew what this was for now.
She had a copy of that story in a plain frame...this would do nicely around it.
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The story that Tibby told is the Legend of the Cherokee Rose and it is found at:
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For anyone who may be wondering about the story Tibby told, I noticed there is a link to the story in the author's notes at the bottom, but you'll have to copy and paste it into your browser. For some reason, it's not a clickable link.