Tag: memories

If You Love It, Share It.

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We have many customers who are part of our “knitting family”. We know them well and we know their families, not that we met their families, but because we have heard so much about them.

As they bought yarn for growing households, knit for stress relief during careers, or came in for help when they knit too late into the night, we came to know what an important role knitting played in their lives. But it is rare that we learn how special their knitting is in the lives of their families.

One particular customer had such a tale. She raised three sons and had a storied career as an educator, knitting all the while. But as a grandmother she latched onto what became her favorite yarn. We tried to tell her it was a little scratchy for little ones. No, that was the one she wanted to use.

She recently passed away and I attended the “Celebration of Her Life”. I sat listening to her grandchildren saying how her knitting will be among their best memories. She taught her grandson to knit and inspired him to continue to learn. They all referred to “Garmies’s itchy sweaters”. Then I got it, she had to keep buying that yarn, she had a reputation to maintain.

If you love knitting, pass it on. We know you share your knitted works, so why not share your skill and give the world a new inspired knitter.

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,