I am famous for losing things in my house--if you saw it, you'd understand--but every now and then, when looking for one thing, something else comes forward. There were two things I had in mind for this subject but, yes, they're lost.
Leaving my beloved Boston and moving to San Francisco was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I moved to San Francisco for a job so I didn’t know anyone here. I filled my evenings with crochet and reading. One day, I saw a gal on the trolley making a shawl of this pattern and asked about it. It was an old vintage pattern she had found. Several days later, I ran into her again. She had photocopied the pattern for me and been carrying it around, hoping we’d run into one another on the trolley again.
The kindness of that stranger has always been a special memory for me and I think of my shawl as "Welcome to San Francisco". Finding that pattern again, with her note on it, is particularly wonderful. Thank you, Laurel Sharp, wherever you are. I hope live has been kind to you.
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