Since I last posted so much has happened that there needs to be several blog posts. My Estonian Grandmother died on November the 19th, while my mother (her daughter) was in recovery from a mastectomy. My grandmother’s funeral was a simple affair, and carried on so many traditions that are part of the Estonian Australian way of life.
My grandmother was an extremely creative woman, who taught me how to knit. She was also a writer and a fabulous story teller. After her death, my sister noticed the following paragraphs in the Estonian Australian Newspaper Meie Kodu, and it was read at my grandmother’s funeral:
“We have the Estonian spirit. Our DNA has creativity built in. We acquired the artistic streak with our mother’s milk. As toddlers, playing at our mother’s knees, we saw her knitting, sewing, embroidering, crocheting. We took it for granted that that is what mothers, and all grown ups, do.
Most of us also absorbed the traditional designs, colours and techniques of Estonia as we were growing up. It is taken for granted that our creativity will include a touch of Estonian heritage. We cannot escape it. Artists will paint and sculpt with an Estonian theme, no matter how subtle. Weavers, embroiderers and ceramicists have included Estonian colours, traditional floral motifs and linear weaving patterns into their creations.