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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Vines (11/21/05)

TITLE: Crocheted Vines
By Andria Cook
11/21/05


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“Vines: woven, complicated, intertwined. The roots of our crop. The roots of my very existence and yours.” Abuelita sat across from me on the bed. “The complexity that is this vineyard is the foundation of my life, and my family, and yours Bonita. Without Los Hacienda, I would not be here today.”
My grandmother was a small hard-working woman in her late seventies. Love had entered into my life for the first time, and I was to marry the next day. I was frightened to change my home; Los Hacienda was where I grew up. All that I knew was on this vineyard, hundreds of miles for my free spirit to roam. My home, where I was known more as Bonita than Isabelle, would forever be changed to me. Bonita, meaning beautiful was the name given to me by my great grandmother before she passed.
Now, I was to marry, and I would bring this man into my world, into my family’s world. Her wrinkled hands handed me a thick piece of grapevine.
“Your root, Isabelle, to give to your new husband. He is a part of our family now and forever. Show him our family, our foundation. That his roots go deep. That his spiritual vineyard is much more important than the home in which we live.”
I took the vine in my hands, listening as my grandmother explains that my foundation was the center to everything in my world. “He is the vine, we are just his branches.” She spoke with great passion and conviction. “Without Him, we have no life. Without God, we are nothing.” Together we prayed and then she lay on the bed beside me, and we fell asleep.
My grandmother’s arms brought me comfort that no other person could bring. But her words, her words brought me peace. He is the vine rang in my head over and over. He is life, without Him we have no life. Over and over the words twisted and intertwined. They dug deeper and deeper into my spirit until they crocheted themselves in with my soul. She would not let me live this night without knowing who I was as a woman, a child, and a Christian.
When I woke the next morning, magic loomed about in the air like no other day I had every known. Family and friend buzzed about the vineyard in excitement as I readied to look my best. At the last minute, all final touches had been made and it was time to go. My father entered the dressing room with a vine in his hand. It was the longest vine I had ever seen. I could not see the end of the vine. As we walked down the corridor, the vine was looped through the walkway in intricate fashion. It extended all the way into the foyer.
I was mesmerized as I entered the foyer to see the vine hanging from the ceiling, extending down in seven directions. The minister held one, my grandfather held one, my grandmother another. My father, my mother, and my new husband held others. My grandmother handed me one for myself as well. In intricate fashion, my aunts moved me about the room, my uncles moved my husband. We looked at each other in unknown astonishment; we hadn’t seen this ritual only for the adults. The children were kept outside during weddings. I didn’t understand the dance until the end. When at the end we all stood shoulder to shoulder at the front with one long, intertwined grapevine lying at our feet. All of my family crocheted together into one. My grandfather took the vine from my hand and from Eduardo’s, “you are not vines, children,” he began, “you are branches.”


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Shane Kahkola11/28/05
I am looking for any indication whether this is an excerpt from a fictional story or a true story. So, here goes:
If it is true, I am envious of your rich heritage. But in a good way. You would be blessed to have such a neat tradition and a wise grandmother.
Whether it is true or not, this was well done. It was both inspiring and endearing. You did a good job of keeping my attention. I was anxious about the long and intricate vine. Good job!
Jan Ackerson 11/28/05
Oh, I loved this unique approach to the topic! Only one tiny suggestion: blank spaces between paragraphs, please! This was just beautiful, and I loved the peek into another culture.
Nina Phillips11/28/05
Interesting tradition. Lovely discriptions included. If you had spaced between paragraphs it makes much easier for us to read. Thank you for sharing-nice post. God bless ya, littlelight
Debbie Sickler11/29/05
This was a very creative story and I enjoyed reading it. The only little thing that bothered me was the name Los Hacienda. Los is plural/masculine and Hacienda is singular/feminine. Forgive me if this was an actual home's name, but technically it should have been La Hacienda I believe. If I have that wrong, maybe someone who knows Spanish better can informs. :)

Anyway, I did really enjoy your wedding story and also liked the dance of the vines. Good job!
Dan Louise Mann11/30/05
Yours was definitely one of my top picks this week. Kudos!
Alexandra Wilkin12/05/05
This is really lovely - use paragraphs for easier-on-the-eye reading, otherwise you have a lovely turn of phrase. God bless.