Despite the difficulties confronted in getting there, we finally arrived at Miz Hazel’s about two hours late. She’d cancelled her physical therapy appointment to wait on us and held lunch. The table was set beautifully, with china and flowers. She’d hobbled around from her walker to her wheelchair, still putting on the dawg for company, because as Miz Hazel said, “I didn’t do this for you, honey. I did it because I love beautiful things.”
Miz Hazel had a birthday last week. She turned 89.
She entertained us with stories of leading Girl Scouts, of mentoring girls in trouble.
“I wish I could have gotten my hands on you when you were younger,” she said to me.
“I wish you could have too,” Sister Tater said.
Funny girls these too.
Miz Hazel sets a beautiful table and typically cooks a wonderful meal but ever since she fell in Jan. and shattered her hip, she’s having to rely on others in ways she never would normally. The casserole and rolls were brought in by neighbors. Miz Hazel made the salad with red peppers and avocados and feta cheese. It was wonderful.
She told us how she had her life alert on and how she kept calling for help while she was sprawled out in the rain that day in Jan. when she slipped while picking the Camillas and broke that hip. The alert sent a neighbor over but it took 45 minutes for anyone to find her. She wasn’t in the house. Or the big backyard. No one had bothered to look in the front yard. Why would she be there?
She was cold. Oh. So. Cold.
She asked the ambulance folks for a head covering, for socks, for more blankets.
But they only had two.
That kind of pain changes a person, Miz Hazel said.
“I didn’t know how much longer I could have endured it.”
But she is one determined woman.
Not one to complain.
She refused to talk more about her health. “It bores me when people talk about that.”
Miz Hazel prefers to be with people who are “wonderful conversationalists.”
She is one of the best herself.
Speaking of someone, she described her thus: “She has a very strong sense of possession.”
Then we oohhed and ahhed when Miz Hazel showed us the first of a seires of Liturgical banners she has designed and is weaving for her church.
Her fibers are as vivid as her talk. Wonderful beautiful textiles and patterns.
Describing the Lent Banner Miz Hazel said the red fibers were for the Blood of Salvation. The green represented everlasting life. The golden fibers were for love which leaves one golden and sunny, Miz Hazel said.
“And I put plenty of blue in it because blue stands for grace and I need a lot of that,” she said.
And from the road…