I came to knitting in a round about way. Like everything I do with my hands - I have my parents to thank.
This year on Nov 16 my father would have turned 102, if he had not have died at age 57 that is. When he was a young boy growing up in the Corn Hill area of Utica, he became ill with rheumatic fever. Because he was confined to bed for so long his mom, Nettie, taught him to knit. My mom never learned to knit as a child so after they were married and she was expecting me, her husband taught her how to knit. Pretty cool huh.
I remember the summer of 1962 as the year mom taught me to knit. I remember it well because I lost one needle in the back of the station wagon while at camp and that put an end knitting for that weekend.
My next memory is of going to the Knit Nook near the busy corner in Utica with my best friend Valerie to learn how to make "slipper socks". It was so neat going downtown in the early 60's and going to the knitting store. We were so "grown up" at 12. Now, knitting is ingrained in me and I am never with out yarn and needles. Even on the plane. Wouldn't you think they would be confiscated as a possible weapon. LOL
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AuthorHi, I'm Christine, - Tyler's Gran from upstate New York who lives with Da. Archives
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