Monday, June 30, 2008

A Knitter's Stash

I'm back from my Grandmother's memorial. As Grandma was a knitter, and I'm the only other Knitter in the family, my car came back packed to the gills with Grandma's stash.

I stayed up until 1 in the morning the night we got down to Oregon, looking through a big box of patterns that I had received upon arrival. I had no idea what to expect. She was a prolific and varied knitter when she was younger, but has been exclusively knitting kitchen items for years. I wasn't sure what she had kept in the way of patterns and notes. I was keeping an eye out for the wolf cardigan she made for Dad when I was really little. I quickly found the pattern, along with many other similar intarsia wild life sweaters. When I told Dad that I had found it, he smiled and said, "You know she knit that sweater for me twice. I dropped a lot of weight right after she made it and she just ripped it right out and re-did it for me."

It was easy to see which patterns had been used and which just collected. She marked all over them like I do. She had multiple marked up copies of a butterfly afghan pattern, so when Dad said that he had a whole pile of afghans to divide up among the kids, I was keeping an eye out. Sure enough, it turned up... still in pieces. She had knit all the squares but not sewn them together yet. They're all in purple and green, just waiting for me to finish. I'm normally not a happy finisher, but I can't wait to get started.

There were lots of her afghan patterns, some of which I'll definitely have to make. Lots of seventies kitsch and some really wonderful sweaters from the sixties that I'll be adding to the queue once I get everything organized into a binder.

Most of the patterns were ordered through the mail, in groups of 4 or 5. One group was at least a dozen ordered in the space of a few weeks. It so reminds me of my own pattern collecting, especially since most of them were still neatly folded with no notes.

I have three giant bags of acrylic yarn. I can't bear the thought of it not being used so I think I'm going to start turning it into animal shelter blankets. I'll bring some down to the coffee shop for the scarf project too :)

4 comments:

jamie said...

Its so amazing, this post. I don't know where to start. One of the really addictive elements of knitting for me is the fruit that is evidence I was on this planet. Obaachan, my husband's grandmother was an avid knitter and I recently inherited all of her dpns, tucked in a quilted knitting case. One of her own daughters knits, I assume I was given my MILs "share" of the needles - she does not knit. Sorry for the long comment, it is just such a monumental post. I hope my granddaughter finishes my deep v someday. I think that is what it is going to take. LOL

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful post. I can feel how close you were to your grandmother.

My grandmother died when I was 8. When I started knitting, I started thinking about her a lot. She was a prolific crocheter and quilter. Once I picked up my needles, I just knew that she was happy and I felt close to her. I remembered her sitting in her chair in front of her picture window with a glass of sweeet tea working on her projects. I can totally understand your wanting to knit with her yarns. To this day, my most prized possession is a quilt that she made. When we evacuated one year, it was the first thing I made sure we had.

Thank you for sharing your story.

jackie
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Susan said...

What a lovely post. I hope someone will do that with my knitting when I'm gone.

christina said...

Thanks for all the lovely comments. I love knitters :)