Learning
Each day can be a learning experience - I almost said should be, but I can’t say what should or shouldn’t be for you - only for me, right? But it is wonderful when we have that AHA moment - when we finally get IT - whatever IT might be.
My grandmother taught me to crochet when I was four years old. I sat on the porch and used a big wooden hook that her brother (or uncle, I can’t remember) had whittled. I’d say it was probably a size K at least. She and my Mom would tear strips of cloth and tie them together and then roll them into a ball - I was set to the task of crocheting a rag rug.
It made an impression on me as I recall it quite well lo these 53 years later.
My best friend in high school taught me the basics of knitting - I at least learned to cast on - but had a tough time casting off when I was finished. Thankfully, those early pieces of mine are long gone.
When my girls were young I did more crocheting than knitting - my youngest daughter’s Christening gown won a blue ribbon at the Frankling County Fair in Ohio the summer of 1975. I still have the ribbon. Two of her children wore the gown for their own welcoming ceremony into the Body of Believers.
After my girls were grown I began to knit from time to time - not on a regular basis - just as I had time or had someone to knit something for. Many projects were stuck away in a closet, never to see the light of day. I did several pairs of socks and last year knitted some hats because a friend was undergoing a battle with the ugly C.
And, then one of my friends asked me to join a Knit-along last winter, with the end result being the sweater in one of my first posts. Now I have three projects on needles in various stages of completion. I wish I could be as fast as I used to be - but a car accident nearly two years ago causes my left arm and hand to go numb with aggravating regularity. So, it is knit awhile, rest awhile, knit awhile . . . You notice that quit is not in the equation at all.
How about you? Who taught you to knit or crochet?
April 8th, 2007 at 9:44 pm
Actually, my dad taught me how to finger crotchet when I was little. He learned how in the Navy to pass time on the ship way back when.
My aunt tried to teach me how to knit. It went very bad for us both.
April 9th, 2007 at 11:02 pm
I’m pleased to say that I learned from my mom–she gave me lessons, needles, and yarn for my 26th birthday, and I’m hooked! I love that I learned from her. Also, she’s a Continental knitter because she learned from her grandmother, who was a German immigrant. I barely remember my great-grandma, but I knit like her!