Creativity Born from Need

It wasn't until we were adults that my sisters and I realized how poor we had been growing up. In fact last week we were laughing about the english muffin pizzas our mother use to make for us because all it took was half an english muffin, a slice of tomatoe, half a slice of cheese and a piece of bacon. We all loved it and couldn't believe that other families didn't have that. Back then my mother was a great seamstress and made all the clothes for our family of 6. Aside from my youngest sisters "abominable snowman" coat, which we use to tease her about, we were always complimented on what we wore. My dad did incredible work with wood and made most of our furniture. In fact my parents still have some of his furniture in their house. I wish I still had the jewelry box he made for me. I can remember around Christmas time helping him in the basement while he made ankhs and other gifts for people. They both are retired now but every now and then my dad will drag out his tools to help me out by making displays for my jewelry.
I also remember as a little girl going to visit my grandmother in her one bedroom apartment in Wiggins Village. She crocheted and had things on display all over the place. Plain dolls that she had bought were adorned in outfits that she had made just waiting for someone to take them home to their little girl. She crocheted and sold stuff to her neighbors until she lost her eyesight. My grandmother, a mother of 13, was the first entrepreneur that I knew.