Hand in hand
As a child I was fascinated by people’s hands, the size of them the shape of them, even the colour. The way the people could use them to do so much to make things to bake things was wonderful to me when I was young.
My mother had nice hands, long elegant fingers with nice nails. My father’s hands were different to her’s, more chunky, stronger, he seemed to be able to build anything with his. When I looked at my hands, they were a mix of both my parents, a 50-50 split, which is a good thing. My palms were like my dad’s and the back of my hands were like my mother’s.
People are so diverse there is a myriad of things that they can make with their hands it’s wonderful how dextrous humans, monkeys and apes are. I’ve used my hands so much over the years. I’ve built walls, plastered them, carried bricks, cut wood, made bread, done laundry, painted, decorated, knitted, crocheted and done dress making so many things.
So many movements we don’t think about at the time. Now, as I’m getting older I find I have carpal tunnel, it limits the movements of my hands and what I can do, it’s also quite painful some days even the weather and the time of year has an effect on it so increasingly I pick the jobs I need to do in order of priority to limit the pain. It won’t stop me, not ever, if I have to strap a pen to my arm I will still draw or paint, I won’t give in, I will rest occasionally, but never give up, I’ve seen what that can do for a person, nothing, they sit around moaning about things never trying to change them, I might complain when the pain’s bad, but I won’t give up, not this chicken.
I’m still crocheting I find it hurts less than knitting but that’s just me, I do some then I rest then do some more then I rest, that’s how it is, I feel that being able to do something is better than nothing.
There are lots of adages that mention hands...”hands across the world” “hand that rocks the cradle”“time on your hands” “your life in their hands “we use them a lot in every day life. hands are important. People say “I’ve got to hand it to you” you do a “hand over” at work to someone, it’s everywhere.
Me, I look down at my hands now and see how they have aged, the scars, the skin changes and I think about what I’ve done with mine. Raised children, that was great, bathing them, dressing them, feeding them all, busy all the time. I was an out worker and did various jobs like tying bows for the clothing industry or bows for Christmas crackers, I knitted jumpers for one lady and made cushion covers for another, busy hands mine were. I tried a lot of different jobs, trying to find the one I like the most so working in a sweet factory was intense all that precise placement that goes on in band work. Hairdressing, more precise work and hard on our hands because of the many movements needed to use the scissors and comb, curlers etc., upholstery was very tough on my poor hands although I did enjoy it. So, I guess as the adage goes I’m “here by my own hands” I don’t mind though, it’s been very stimulating to do the things I’ve done. Like I said before I may be slowing down, but I won’t give up yet. Pass me the painkillers on the bad days and look out hands.