My afghan of many colors…

Perhaps you have read the story in the bible about Joseph’s coat of many colors?  True, it’s no Moses and the Red Sea parting but it’s still kind of famous.  There’s a Broadway play that borrowed it.  After including some songs, of course.  At least, I assume playwriters added the songs.  I can’t imagine anyone broke into song and dance in real life but I won’t guarantee it.  I wasn’t there.

If you listen to old twangy country then you also are familiar with Dolly Parton’s song about her coat of many colors.  Be warned, it’s a heart tugger of a story in itself. She calls it her most autobiographical song.

I can relate.  Sort of.  I didn’t have a coat of many colors but I do have a blanket of many colors that my momma made for me.  I have included the lyrics of Ms. Parton’s song below along with my story in parenthesis.

Coat of many colors by Dolly Parton  (comments in parenthesis by ck)

Back through the years I go wonderin once again Back to the seasons of my youth (yes, this is true for me too)
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us (nope, didn’t happen)
And how my momma put the rags to use (we did have a box of rags but they were kind of icky)
There were rags of many colors Every piece was small (probably)
And I didn’t have a coat (I always had a coat)
And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags together

Sewin every piece with love She made my coat of many colors (my mom bought yarn of many colors and crocheted an afghan)

That I was so proud of (true)
As she sewed, she told a story (my mom told me the story too.  Maybe not while she crocheted…)
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph  wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss (nice sentiment.  I think I’ll steal that.  Let’s say my mom blessed my afghan with a kiss)


My coat of many colors (afghan)
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags (yarn)
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money (we had some)
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors (afghan)
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches Holes in both my shoes (no patches but my legs were short so my pants were rolled up quite a bit)
In my coat of many colors I hurried off to school (why would I take my afghan to school?)
Just to find the others laughing And making fun of me (here’s the reason:  I liked rainbows – long before I knew they were affiliated with any organization – because I didn’t want any color to feel bad.  So, I liked them all.  I learned not to share that with people.)
In my coat of many colors My momma made for me (afghan)

And oh I didn’t understand it (I totally get it)
For I felt I was rich And I told them of the love (the rest of this verse does not relate to me)
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes (told you it tugs on your heart)

But they didn’t understand it And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor Only if they choose to be (nice thought but lack of money very much makes you poor.  Sorry to be a Debbie Downer.)
Now I know we had no money But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors (afghan)
My momma made for me
Made just for me

Dolly and I could be twins, right?!


Sitting in the recliner all cozy wrapped in the afghan my momma made for me. On a side note, check out the piece of exercise equipment in the distance. Sitting, gathering dust like an abstract piece of art.

3 thoughts on “My afghan of many colors…

  1. This is a little strange, because only this morning I was reading a poetry post about a woman’s memory of her mother making a dress for her with her sewing machine, and the memories attached to that sewing machine. There must be something in the air for writing about memories of mothers making things – perhaps it’s something to do with Christmas on the horizon! 🙂

    It’s lovely to have something left behind that your mother made, something very comforting about that. Especially a blanket, that’s really lovely to have! I can’t say that I have anything like that, or maybe I’ve just packed it away and forgotten it! My mother definitely made things, knitting and sewing, but most of it was given away over the years as I grew up. I never thought of keeping it after she was gone, because it’s not something you really want to think about at a young age. The only thing that really stands out in my mind of many colours, was a dragon costume my mother made when I was in St George And The Dragon – a school play. She spent hours and hours cutting out rough circles of different coloured foil paper and sewing them onto a jacket and trousers that formed the main part of my dragon outfit – a very multicoloured dragon! Not quite the same as a coat of many colours – but close! 😉

  2. I think you’re right about the memories being more tender this time of year. Again with the whole change theme but when fall comes I always tend to become reflective.
    Fortunately for me (I guess) I realized long ago I wanted my mom’s stuff. My siblings caught on later but they still tease me because my name is on some stuff of mom’s. I tell them – you snooze, you lose 🙂
    The only trouble is – I have no place to put it! Didn’t quite think that one through all the way… oh well 🙂

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