THE SEAMSTRESS

 

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Here we are again this week. Today we’re at an antique store and viewing an old sewing machine. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more Β than 100 words not including the title. Β It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Sandra Crook. Thanks, Sandra.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/9-september-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction Memoir

Word Count: 98 Words

THE SEAMSTRESS by P.S. Joshi

It’s the end of the 19th Century. An aging woman is bent over a sewing machine in a tiny southwestern Ohio village. She now has four grown married daughters and one grown son. Her husband is the village blacksmith and she’s the seamstress.

The village is surrounded by rich land with large farms owned by German-Americans. This couple had once made a good living. But her husband is now ill with pneumonia and she has glaucoma and will gradually grow blind.

These are my paternal great-grandparents. My father was born in the village in 1897.

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42 thoughts on “THE SEAMSTRESS

  1. Thanks, John. I’ve actually done a memoir of my life up through high school beginning with a bit of history of my grandparents. I only have the last chapter to write. I started it before I knew much about writing and I need to go back and do a lot of revision. I wasn’t sure if readers would be interested in my great-grandparents. I was afraid it was too much backstory and was trying to find a way to fit it in without lumping it together. I’m pleased you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Sandra. I grew up hearing those stories. My dad loved talking about his boyhood and had pictures, which I now have. He was a great storyteller but never wrote them down. I guess that’s been my job. I’m pleased you liked this memoir. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  2. I very much liked that you felt able to write about your family, my grandma was a seamstress and a great story teller. No television to get in the way. My story this week is a reworked section from my take on my family memoirs

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    • Thanks, Mike. My dad’s mother used to tell some family stories, but my dad was the real storyteller in the family. He used to even add actions to some of them. He especially liked to talk about his relatives and childhood. I used to sit and laugh at the funny stories. I wish he’d written them down, but that seems left to me. I’ll be sure to read your story this week. I’m pleased you liked mine. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Russell. I wonder if many parents and grandparents still do storytelling these days. It will be such a loss if they don’t. You’re welcome for the share. I’ll have to write more about it. I probably remember the stories so well because my dad told many of them more than once. I enjoyed them every time. He would sometimes put actions with the words. He was a natural. He had one hilarious bit he and his buddies used to say that went “We don’t drink and we don’t chew. And we don’t go with the girls who do.” I’m happy you liked the story. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Bjorn. Social Security didn’t begin in the U.S. until the 30’s I think so if you wanted to eat you had to work or go and live with your grown children. After her husband died and she went blind with glaucoma, my great grandmother did live with her oldest daughter, by then a widow. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Ansumani. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. Someone once said when the early immigrants came to the U.S. they thought of it as having streets paved with gold. They found many of the streets weren’t paved at all, plus they had to be the ones who paved them. The lives of our ancestors are worth writing about. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  3. I hope their children took good care of them, in those days they probably couldn’t hope for any pensions or such. An interesting glimpse into your family history, Suzanne. I hope your memoirs get published in some way. These personal stories, honestly told, are important for generations to come.

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    • Thanks, Gah. My widowed great grandmother went to live with her oldest daughter. My grandfather’s parents lived their last days with him and his family. On my mother’s side, grown children took in any elderly parents who needed a home. It was expected and done in those days. My husband and I took in my widowed mother. After seven years with us, I finally had to put her in a good nursing home as she had Alzheimer’s and we couldn’t take proper care of her at home. She was in her eighties by then. I also was still raising my children. I’m going to write more. I already have some material that needs revising. I’ve also recorded some family names as did my father. He learned some family history and wrote it down when he asked a relative. I’m happy you enjoyed the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Alice. My great grandfather died of the pneumonia. My great grandmother lived with her oldest daughter, also a widow, until her death. She was totally blind by that time from glaucoma. I have pictures of all of them. I’m pleased you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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