That has been my whole day so far, but I’m getting ready for meeting with the Beaver Piecemakers in Beaver, PA in just a little bit…it’s time to wake up, pull the energy out of my back pocket ((I think it has to be hiding in there somewhere)) and get ready for a good time!
Have you ever tried to have a conversation with someone who didn’t speak your language at all?
When I stood in line to board the plane in Newark bound for Pittsburgh, they had wheeled a lady evidently from India by the sari she wore as well as the rest of her appearance.
I can only imagine what a grueling trip that had been for her thus far --- if she was in Newark in the morning….that meant that she had just deplaned in Newark from whichever area of her country she came from – the writing on the store tote bag she carried was definitely not English nor printed in the USA – again, I’m assuming it was India at this point.
She looked road weary and confused –and the flight attendant told us to hold off boarding a while so she could get her settled into her seat because she’d be fighting upstream if we followed her back into the plane.
Upon boarding I found that the lady from India, who looked like she was nearing 75 or so ((I’m being generous here!)) was in the seat directly next to me.
I smiled, she smiled --- she pointed to her boarding pass and mumbled “PIttsburgh?” Which unless I was actually going there would never have assumed that was what she was saying.
How to carry on a conversation with this lady? What can I do to make her feel not-so-much-a-stranger in a strange land?
I pulled out the hexagons and began to stitch. She got very excited!
I showed her how the pieces were basted over the little card stock templates, and how they were joined together. She smiled, and chattered on, about what --- I don’t know! But I could tell she liked what I was doing.
She was over the moon over the clover push button needle threader! We had a good laugh, both of us pointing at our eyes….at the eye of the needle…and how the needle threader makes it possible to thread a needle even with eyes as old as ours, which is something quite universal.
The flight was short, only an hour…..and she was met with open arms by a man I could only assume was her son. Much tears and joy in that reunion --- and my heart was full.
You just never know what a hexie intervention can do when language barriers get in the way!