Here is a piece of the tree of life needlepoint that once covered our family’s antique bench.
My husband and I moved to Philadelphia in 1978 from the southeastern USA. In order to stay in touch, we swapped many visits with our families. During these visits it was our tradition after dinner to settle ourselves in the living room to discuss issues large and small. Cats were stroked and dogs were petted and the woes of the world were addressed. My mother-in-law recently passed away, and as a memento of her and her home we selected from her living room a small needlepoint-covered bench that had sat in front in her fireplace. The needlepoint was worked by an earlier generation, and the tree of life pattern is well-worn, having stood witness to many of these long and impassioned discussions.