By the time my mom ended up in a care home, she had forgotten the many crochet stitches she used to be so good at. But she felt lost no longer having the hobby she had so loved. With great effort, she did re-learn the granny stitch, and once she did she seldom stopped her work. She made baby blankets–one after another, hoping they would be used for children in hospitals.

These pictures were taken when mom was 96 years old, three years before she died.

If you know the peaceful feelings that come with knitting and crocheting, you’ll know what she meant when she called it her “sweet comfort.”