The traditions and heirlooms that connect us to our ancestors are as varied and unique as we are. Keith Barlow brings us this Perspective.
Very early one morning back in 1986, my dad dragged us out to the back porch to become acquainted with Halley’s Comet. Halley was in the pre-dawn sky as we gazed over the Pleasanton hills – my dad, my mom, my wife, who was pregnant at the time, and me. And though yet unborn, I know my daughter witnessed our new friend Halley with us.
My dad was an amateur astronomer and he built his own telescopes at the Chabot Observatory workshop in the 1970s, so getting up early for comet-spotting was natural to him.
To commemorate this event, my mom stitched our new comet friend into the baby blanket she was already quilting for her soon-to-be granddaughter. All the grandchildren got handmade personalized blankets. These blankets were my mom’s gift to the ages.