Mother's kerosene lamp needlework
In my mind and memory, in my mind and memory, besides hardship and hard work, hardship and industriousness, my tears could not stop flowing out of my mind as my father died early and I always remembered the mother’s death before she was alive to support the brothers and sisters.
My mother has many things in her life that are worthy of nostalgia and memories. In my memory, my mother is willing to endure hardship and diligence in her life. This is the unique skill of the mother in the whole village, the needlework.
My hometown is located in the foothills of the southern Dabie Mountains in Henan Province, a very remote mountain village in Gushi County, and a well-known impoverished county in the country. In the 1950s and 1990s, due to the fact that there are many homes, many people, and few fields, the hometown has received one year. Food is the three meals a day to drink porridge, but also only barely enough for ten months to eat, and the rest depends on national relief. Poverty, famine, and the use of poor jingling are not too much to describe.
Poverty, famine, many poor families in the village, many children, in order to fill the whole family's stomach, most of them choose to do farm work at home, farmer to go out begging with children.
Can not solve the food and clothing, in addition to eating less than people, live, wear the same as people, the entire village people living in thatched thatched cottage, or thatched thatched cottage. Six- and seven-year-old boys and girls also wear open-cut pants and run in villages. It is normal for adults and children to wear patches and patches.
Before the 1980s, in addition to the sewing machines found in city and street tailor shops (clothing shops), the clothes and shoes worn by the people in the countryside were all manually cut and sewn.
At that time, there was no electricity in the rural areas and there were only kerosene lamps in the evening. Our family died early because of the father’s death. In order to save money on purchasing kerosene, the mother specifically sought out the old man in the village and used his father’s account when the brigade was used as an accountant. The ink bottle, with iron rolled up only a thin iron tube and put on a cotton thread as a wick, wasn't afraid to lose the word. When the kerosene lamp was lit, the mother was sewing on the side. My brother and sister and I looked at the writing assignment on the side.
Although several decades have passed, what I still remember to this day is that in order to feed me 17 and my 11-year-old brother, an 8- and 5-year-old sister, my mother could not bear to eat and she could not bear to wear it. We are hungry and let our brothers and sisters eat well and wear well.
No matter how much the mother’s work is done during the day, under the kerosene lamp at night, the mother puts out a sewing basket (made of bamboo and wicker, round) and takes out the broken clothes, socks, and shoes that our brothers and sisters must make up… Needle stitching. My memory is that my mother never got into bed before twelve o'clock every night.
Do not underestimate the mother's sewing basket (the old home dialect, also known as the "shoe basket"). This is the "million box" when the mother is sewing. It is necessary to form loops and bundles in addition to the usual sewing of worn-out clothes. Outside the various color size fabrics, such as sewing clothes must use black, white, blue and other color thickness cotton thread.
In my mother’s needlework, in my mind, the mother’s most unique skills are to sew “tiger-headed shoes” and “cat-headed shoes” for the babies in the village. What style do you use (cut or cut with paper)? Your mother will take care of your style. You can't guarantee 100% error. At least 95% is guaranteed. Because mothers don’t refuse to be free, once in the winter, the mother’s neighbors almost day and night are neighbors. We rush to do it.
If mothers can live today, the mother’s lifelike “Tiger-headed shoes” and “cat-headed shoes” will definitely not compare to the author’s visit to the world’s non-material heritage exhibitions, which are placed on the exhibition counters. difference.
In the afternoon of October of the year 95, I was the most sad and forgotten day. When I was working in Suzhou, I suddenly received a “Mother's Death” telegram from my brother in my hometown. I received the telegram from the postman. How did I do it? Do not believe that if the body was originally disease-free and the mother was only 60 years old, would she suddenly become "disease?" Because the communication at home was backward at that time (no phone calls), the authenticity of the telegram content could not be verified, and the telegram was sent to the leader with a telegram and the bus was used to drive home from Suzhou overnight.
After a long night of bumpy rides, the next day, at the head of the old home village, I saw the white filial piety (flag) fluttering over the tall bamboo poles. I believed the brother’s telegram content was real and believed that my mother really did. died. I couldn't control it for a moment. My legs were weak and I sat and we burst into tears.
My younger brother and sister … I can't stand up to my knees and hurry to come and take me home. When I hold my head with both hands, and bow my mother's head, the unpleasant smell in my heart is hard to recall today.
My sister told me: After I was working in Suzhou, I used my younger brother as an electrician's younger brother at the old township brick and mortar factory to let her brother-in-law work at her hometown. When she was in the slack season, she let her sister-in-law go home with her children. A few kilometers away, the brick factory where his younger brother works works. In October (lunar), it was the hometown season. At that time, only the mother and our family stayed in their hometown to attend the second grade primary school daughter.
Fortunately, in the afternoon, my sister came back with her child. While crying, my sister told me: When I came back with my child, Swallow (my daughter) came home from school. I asked swallows, what about your grandmother? The swallow told me that my grandmother went to the mountain to pick up the firewood and the fireweed…
Until the sun was fast, the mother was carrying a large basket of firewood, and a basket of firewood was placed on top of the basket. His clothes, such as "washed," and her tired-looking mother, appeared in front of the house.
The younger sister helped her mother to remove the heavy bamboo basket from her shoulders. The mother took care of the baby and took it outside to take care of the baby. The sister took her to the kitchen to make dinner.
After dinner, the weather was already around eight or nine. The mother who stood beside her told the sister who was washing dishes: Last night, I dreamed that your brother (I) had returned from Suzhou…. Because the farmer had just passed and I had returned to Suzhou from my hometown for less than a month, my sister did not care about her mother. if.
After washing the bowl, the mother and her sister had just arrived at the room. The mother suddenly told her sister: I may have been guilty of dizziness, dizziness, awkwardness. I will go to bed for a while.
After lying on the bed, her mother began to feel nauseous and vomiting. While she was uncomfortable in the bed, she screamed her sister's name in a faint voice: I was going to die and I went to the doctor. When my sister saw that her mother was really fast, she quickly woke her up and slept next to her mother. The two children were bullish on her grandmother and rushed out to the door to find a doctor in the village clinic two kilometers away.
After the doctor arrived, he carefully pressed his mother's pulse and told his sister that the heart had stopped beating and was preparing for the incident. Afterwards, the back of the medicine box did not return.
The sister cried and told me: Just as she left her mother's bed and was ready to run to call the doctor, her mother’s brain seemed to be awake and pulled her sister’s hand and said: Virtue, don’t be afraid, you’ll be okay, you’re not going to die, your brother. If you haven't come back from Suzhou yet (in a big dialect, meaning mother or mother), don't worry if you go to a doctor… I listened to my mother calling for your name and I was relieved to go.
Who knows this is the last will of the mother's life… When I got a doctor, my mother had already breathed and couldn't speak again. To know this way, I wouldn't leave my mother and listen to my mother finally want to explain something. I regret it now. died. The sister cried and told.
Mother is "tired." It was the joint determination of our brothers and sisters, especially after the death of his father in 1979, that in order to support our brothers and sisters, my mother would do housework no matter she did during the day or night, and her body would be exhausted.
In order to find out the cause of my mother’s death and arrange the mother’s accident, I specifically invited the village doctor to the home because our village doctor was not an ordinary doctor. He was a large group when the team was sent to the county hospital for training and he worked in the village. For ten years, people in the village boasted that he had good medical skills, and some diseases were more accurate than the “experts” in large hospitals in the city.
I am flat with my village doctor. By age, he shouts his cousin more than I. When the cousin learns that I invite him to come to Italy, he tells me: The dumplings are too heavy and tired because they are doing too much. The death of the infarct, according to the current medical conditions in our area, will not be able to cure it…
In the twinkling of an eye, my mother left us for more than 30 years and left me with the deepest and most memorable memory. It was the mother’s diligence, kerosene lamps, and needlework. (text from the network)