My grandmother, Lucy Beam, taught me how to embroider when I was a little girl. This is all her fault. I am now wedded to a needle and thread. I have always loved working with thread, fabric, yarn, anything I could make stick together. My grandmother did too. She would take me to the local factory in their tiny town of Wewoka Oklahoma, they sewed various and sundry things there. We would sneak behind the building to where the dumpsters were. “Now Becky, grab that pile over there” she would whisper as she grabbed my ankles and lowered me headfirst into the depths. I was a small child and ideal for this sort of situation. Those are some of my favorite memories of her.