We have this cupboard in the corner of our living room that currently houses all of our packets of photos. Since we switched over to digital a number of years ago, there have been few added to the boxes and loose envelopes. At one point, I spent days sorting and labeling all the pictures by location and date in preparation for finally creating a number of photo albums.

Then the box containing most of them got accidentally dropped. Rather than metldown completely, I just piled everything back into the boxes, packing them away. After a few more moves we came to our current house. At this point, I no longer completely remember what is in either the boxes or the photos.

A vacation task for the teens was to bring order to the photos and to get them scanned. The youngest actually scanned a couple hundred. But mostly the three of them were fascinated by the old photos; what everyone looked like as a baby. About the years before they were born.

And this photo turned up
 Han's Socks

The kids remembered me getting teased by Hans. about knitting socks while on vacation. Our two families were together on the Nordsee, the kids running wild and having a blast. I quietly did my thing for a couple of days, then presented him with the socks. The year, I think, was 1997. Now that I have seen the picture, I can come up with the information. But I wonder how many other pairs of socks over the years I have completely forgotten and did not record on film.

Not counting the 56 full pairs floating around here somewhere (a few of which need repairs), there are 10 orphans whose mate has gone AWOL. Additionally, there are those that I sent out in the world to comfort others plus all the small ones that the kids went through, got handed down or lost when they were little.

I wish I had kept track from the beginning, both as a record of the different designs I made up and as a record of improvement and learning over the years. I am tracking now, as a result of the various challenges and KALs. Sockyarn is a bit more expensive now and most that I buy is hand dyed. But my pleasure in knitting, the wonder when watching the growth from a few stitches into a three dimensional object that is both beautiful and functional. That has not changed.

I am on a train tomorrow evening to Zürich. On Wednesday morning we fly to Tel Aviv. I should be able to post, but might not be able to upload photos till I am back. We will see.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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2 Responses to Memories

  1. amanda j says:

    That’s just one beauty of keeping a blog – it is as much a record of what one has been doing as it is a way of making connections with others.

  2. Kristin says:

    That’s actually the reason that I started my knitting blog (at least one of them). I wanted to have a journal of everything I knitted, but found the thought of tracking it all down in a notebook boring. The thought of doing it in a way that allowed me to share it with others was exciting, so I started the blog 🙂

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