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Topic: Teacher (10/26/06)
TITLE: Story Weavin'
By Ruth Neilson
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She sang softly, squinting in the darkening room. With a sigh, she leaned over and clicked on the lamp—this needed to be completed tonight. She had not expected her grandbabies to be over.
“Grandmamma, I wanna hear a story.” Bobby piped up, looking from his precariously tilting tower.
“Yeah, me too, Grandmamma...” His little sister, Annie echoed, her dark eyes never leaving her coloring book.
Tibby smiled softly as she weaved, pulling the two different colors of blue together and mingling the colors of the earth and creation. This was a new pattern—one that had come to her in a dream, but it still told the same story.
“You want to hear a story...well, c’mere, you two, I gotta git this done for your cousin...” Tibby stated, and then grinned as her two grandbabies scrambled to their feet and clambered onto one of the chairs at her table. Bobby bumped Annie off the chair, giving her a triumphant look. Annie grunted and surrendered the chair to her older brother, waiting a moment before she stuck her tongue out at her brother.
Annie whimpered for moment before Tibby took control of the situation again. Tibby clucked her tongue, motioned the little girl to come over, and settle in her grandmamma’s lap as Tibby continued to string the beads together.
“Once, a long time ago, there was a very brave warrior....” Tibby began as she continued to weave the beads together. Slowly, the story emerged. This is the way that she had been taught the stories—seated on her grandmamma’s lap as she worked at her loom.
“Why is Becky gettin’ dunked at church?”
Tibby laughed, finally putting the needle down. “Becky is gittin’ baptized.”
“I know that, but why?” Bobby pushed, as he wrinkled his nose and fingered some of the stray beads.
Tibby smiled, and resumed in her work. This was the only way to teach her family. “Becky’s gittin’ baptized cause she’s followin’ what Jesus did while He was here. ‘member the stories bout Jesus dyin’ nd then comin’ back to life for us?”
Both of the children nodded. “You told us dat story at Easter.” Annie chirped from her nestled spot on Tibby’s lap.
“That’s right, Annie-mine.” Tibby said, her wrinkled hands were in motion again with the needle.
“What Becky is doin’ is followin’ what Jesus did. He went down to see his cousin, who was baptizing people down in the river Jordan. When his cousin saw Jesus, he said tha’ Jesus was the son God. When Jesus went back ta heaven, he said tha’ we needed to go ta all the world, teaching people bout Jesus nd baptizing them when they became Christians.”
There was a pause and then Annie giggled. “Grandmamma, I like your stories...you’s
a good teacher.”
Bobby nodded seriously and Tibby smiled. She might be old, but her stories wouldn’t die with her. Annie’s small hand had found a lock of Tibby’s silver-gray hair and she tugged on the lock as she yawned softly.
“Okay, small ones, off to bed with the both of ya.”
Surprisingly, neither of her grandbabies complained. Annie uncurled herself from Tibby’s lap and crawled off. Tibby herself got up and helped the children prepare for bed. Bobby claimed the top bunk by scrambling up the ladder before Tibby could say anything. She tucked in her grandbabies and smiled as she listened to their prayers.
“Dear God,” Annie prayed, “Thank you for my grandmamma nd her stories. Did they really happen? Amen.”
Tibby turned off the light, closed the door to a crack, and settled down at her table again. This time, she began to pray softly.
“God, I just ask that you will let these stories sink into their souls. Let me teach them these stories.” She whispered as she began to weave again.
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