The absence of the distinct whirring of the electric sewing machine is the first thing Kirsten Benidickson notices when she returns to the house she grew up in. Read this article for free: Already have an account? To continue reading, please subscribe: * The absence of the distinct whirring of the electric sewing machine is the first thing Kirsten Benidickson notices when she returns to the house she grew up in. Read unlimited articles for free today: Already have an account? The absence of the distinct whirring of the electric sewing machine is the first thing Kirsten Benidickson notices when she returns to the house she grew up in.
It’s the sound she associates the most with coming home to her mother, Shirley. The sewing machine lived in a room right on the top of the stairs and Shirley, a consummate seamstress, would be in there, busy making her famous Cat Mats or working on items for the Winnipeg Chapter of the Days for Girls sewing group. SUPPLIED Shirley Benidickson was a devoted mother who attended all of her daughter Kirsten’s activities.
“When I would come home from university, she would be in that room sewing. And now that’s the one thing I notice the lack of the most. Not hearing the sewing machine going.
.. not seeing her when I come up the stairs.
.. that piece is missing,” Kirsten says.
“My mom was everything I could ask for in a mom. I could always go to her for anything.” Shirley Roberta Benidickson was defined by her warm, caring and compassionate.
