War was raging back home and communication with my family was difficult and sporadic. I missed my mother terribly even though I was happy here. In one of my letters, I asked her to make me one of her beautiful crochet pieces. I wanted to put it on my foyer table to remind me of her and make my apartment feel more like home. I measured the table and told her to make it 8x12.
A few months later, a package arrived from home with my runner in it. I stood there looking at it, confused why mom would send me this. What was it? Then I saw the note ~ " It boggled my mind why you would ask for something like this. What could you possibly use it for? Your father, sisters and I cannot think of anything. But here it is, hokiss, I tried my best to fit as much of the design in as I could. I hope you like it and you use it in health."
I laughed. It sits pretty in a small rectangular plate on my dressing table now and makes me smile each time I look at it. I had forgotten that measurements were in centimeters back home, not inches. So instead of a 8x12 inch runner, I had gotten a 8x12 cm one.