There must be 3 dozen blankets in my house. Look no further than my hallway closet if you need to make a blanket rope to scale down your 18th floor apartment during a fire. We have everything from quilts and comforters to knitted throws and fleece that could keep an Eskimo warm. Like most everything else in my house, I am not quite sure how we amassed such a collection but stuffed tightly into closets, folded on the end of beds, and over top of furniture, there they all are.
For the most part, each and every blanket gets used for their intended purpose. Mostly it is my wife, who can’t seem to warm up even when the thermostat in the house is north of the year round climate of the Gobi Desert, using them when she sleeps. But sometimes our blankets become superhero capes (which I may be guiltier of doing than the kids). Sometimes they are laid out to create a bed when everyone else in my house is sleeping in my bed and I get relegated to the floor with the dog (commonly referred to ‘Dad camping’ in my house). Sometimes we use them as roofs for our sofa forts in the basement and some of them adorn our furniture to hide the wear and tear only having two kids, a cat, and a 90 pound dog can do to your furniture. Somehow we manage to use each and every one…except one.
There is one blanket in my house that does not get used by anyone. It is a green and brown crocheted blanket that has been stretched out to the point of allowing my kids to be able to put their hands through the holes in the knitting. The fabric, frayed in some spots and faded in others, bears the look of its 30 year old age. It is small (admittedly, it seemed much bigger when I was much smaller). The fluff of the fabric has been tamped down by years of storage and its best days of keeping anyone warm are long behind it. At first glance, it pales in comparison to the microfibers and fleeces of our regularly used blankets and poses the question of why keep such a wafer of a blanket.
The green and brown crocheted blanket, tightly folded in a corner of my storage chest has earned its place among the rest of the items. Things like my daughter’s Baptism dresses, pictures, lockets, birthday cards with messages written by family members no longer with us, a stack of comic books (I keep hidden so my wife does not find out I put them in the chest). This blanket stays with the rest of our links to the past because this green and brown crocheted blanket belonged to my Grandmother. Continue reading