Sixty years ago my fingers were straight. My hands were strong; absent brown freckles and blue veins. In 1957 I was a sophomore at Madison, living in Lakota House just off State Street behind the library and next to iconic Rennebohm’s back door. Bill was in the Army and I missed him, so my roommate, Lynette, taught me how to knit as she had been taught, holding the yarn left handed in the European way. So I knit big, heavy sweaters for him through college while watching Gunsmoke, Dragnet, Lucy and the Packers.
Including a cardigan with one of my best finds – buttons made from Remington shotgun shells.
Now, I make frequent summer trips to Kathy’s Hidden Talents in Minocqua – her shop the size of a large closet, is filled with the most beautiful yarns. Because my grandkids outgrew some of my sweaters before I finished them, I’ve resorted to knitting scarves that are hand friendlier – small needles; finer yarn.
I intended to finish this one for Molly for Christmas, but with a week left, it will more likely be a birthday present in April – much like the one I started for Emily’s January birthday that I wrapped up for her graduation in June. Seems it’s just so easy to get sidetracked these days.
Some things change; some remain the same. The good thing is, we don’t just stop the doing. Somehow, we adapt.
Susie:
This one is a classic and I have read it more than once.
I always treasured my friendship with Bill even tho we were so different in some ways. He liked gin and I liked vodka; he could take a Mack truck apart and put all those small parts on your lawn and it would take me several seconds to find the radio, etc.
Have a great day and a great New Year.
Curt
On Sun, Dec 17, 2017 at 4:44 PM, chuckysueslastdance wrote:
> Susie Kroseberg posted: ” Sixty years ago my fingers were straight. My > hands were strong; absent brown freckles and blue veins. In 1957 I was a > sophomore at Madison, living in Lakota House just off State Street behind > the library and next to iconic Rennebohm’s back door. Bill ” >
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Except for one small square I completed for a quilt in grade four, I never learned to knit. I envy you your skill! But I did learn to type, and spend all those lost ‘knitting hours’ working on my computer! Some losses, some gains, all in the circle of life.
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Love your postings. I love to knnnit too!
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About all I have knitted are dishcloths, I did finish a quilt for Tristan and Jada who are getting married in January in Cancun(we are planning to go, Bill, Sheila and family are also)
I loved your article, thanks for sharing, Merry Christmas!
Marlys
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And the dropped stitches get picked up, one way or another. Or not. And that’s okay too. Here’s to hands—however misshapen—still shaping love into warmth and beauty!
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Oh Susie, that is so heart warming‼️ I knit just to be with these knitter friends and it isn’t a pretty picture. All I can do is scarves, but it is fun. I guess you can say it’s the journey not the destination. I love your posts❤️
Your loving cousin,
Mary
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Thank you for sharing, Aunt Susie. Love these stories. I want to see that cardigan with the shotgun shells!
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Oh, yes! Adapt!
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