A Memory

A couple of days ago my Mother passed away. She was in her 98th year?

She taught me how to block knits. I learned how to love and appreciate knitwear. I was 8 years old.

I remember her knitting Argyle socks for my Dad. When acrylics became prevalent, she knit a pair of socks  and was greatly disappointed. She put down her needles, to never knit again.

In her day, wool was readily  available and cotton was what the butcher used to tie meat.

I am grateful for the blocking and other knitting skills that I learned.