Tag: family

Snow Day


Snow day photo.1 cropped and resized

What do you do with a snow day? Here you are with many, many inches, possibly feet of snow or perhaps sleet and freezing rain. The Weather Service has said to stay off the roads and you of course comply.

Now what do you do? Did you see this coming and bring work home with you? Is it a “free day”; an opportunity to try that new pattern you’ve been dying to start? Do you make another cup of coffee, turn on the movie channel and try to finish the project you are currently knitting? Or are you a good “Do Bee” and use this time to clean and do laundry? Is it a good time to reorganize your Tupperware or your dresser drawers?

If you have kids home, then what? I don’t have any so my experience is based on childhood.

Most winters the living room table was used for jigsaw puzzles and then we had the game closet. Growing up on a farm, chores have to be done regardless of the weather, but most Sunday afternoons my father, brother, sister and I would be at the kitchen table playing board games or cards. I knew how to play Canasta and Pinochle long before my feet could reach the floor. Who am I kidding, my feet barely reach the floor now! My point is that we did these things together, not in our own rooms, on our own devices.

Of course, if it’s just snowing, get out in it and have some fun. Just stay off the roads.

Smile, relax and knit,



Savor the Moment

Chess pieces edited, resized

It’s been a busy and fast summer here. Shelley and I both got in some family time and I had some minor surgery. I’m fine, everything is in working order.

Suddenly Fall has arrived, along with new yarns to be unpacked and put out. This process always involves rearranging part or all of the store; a brain teaser. For example: I unpacked one of our reordered yarns and it was in a pull skein, not the donut shape it had been before. Can’t go on a dowel, can’t go with all the other donut yarns of the same weight. Solution: move them all.

My way of going about this is to think it through, usually from the middle of the store. If this yarn goes to that wall, then that yarn can go there and so on, for as many moves as it takes. I am always reminded of the line from the movie Searching for Bobby Fischer. “Don’t move until you see it”. Still of course, like moving furniture, you never know if it works until it’s done.

As you settle into Autumn, trying to get school, sports, job and other activities all working harmoniously, we will be finding ideas for your game day and evening knitting. Sometimes our busy schedules can feel like a hassle, but many of these events are centered around family and friends. Take time to savor the moment.

Smile, relax and knit,






three generations sharpened

In 1900 at the age of twenty one, Maria Carlson came to America from Sweden. She needed a sponsor family, the Petersons, and a job, which she also had in a local Brooklyn bakery. She was coming to meet the man she thought she would marry and they would move to Australia, but the Petersons told her he was not a good man and that she should not do this. She listened.

She learned English well, became a citizen as soon as she could and met Oscar Anderson at the local Lutheran Church. The Petersons approved.

Maria was a staunch believer in voting. She would study all the candidates and issues and felt if you didn’t vote you had no right to complain, as you had done nothing to change the situation.

More to the point of this story, Maria loved to crochet. Over the years she made countless tablecloths, doilies, baby clothes, curtains, runners, you name it. She made up her own patterns, inspired by the simplest of things, like frost on a window pane.

Oscar was a carpenter and skilled cabinetmaker. Their son Rudy was also a carpenter and artist who designed patterns for his mother as well. One of the things I love about her is that if she felt the need to work out a pattern or piece all day, she would, whether the dishes got done or not.

While crochet was her first love, Maria also knew how to knit; a skill she taught her daughter Margaret and granddaughter, Eleanor. I spent last week in Florida knitting hats with my mom (Eleanor). Even though Maria died 53 years ago when I was only four, the memories are still there and her creativity has been passed down through generations.

In my family we simply, lovingly, refer to Maria as “Old Grandma”. She made fabulous Swedish pancakes, got really good at jumping out of the way of spilled milk, read to us from the How and Why Library and didn’t go to Australia.

Smile, relax and knit,