Monday, November 7, 2011
knit 1, purl 2: A Yellow Sweater
This sweater was part of a set that I knitted for my first born over forty years go—a seven pound, one ounce son. As you may have guessed, we didn't know the sex of the baby at the time. Such frivolous knowledge was not as common in "those days."
Learning how to knit helped me through a challenging time in my life.
Although my husband was stationed at an Air Force base in the city, we lived a few miles out of town. Knitting classes were being offered at a Sears store on the outskirts of San Antonio. I remember waiting until he returned home so I would have a car to drive myself to the weekly class. When your home is a twenty-seven-foot-long trailer located in a small, countryside trailer park, a beginners knitting class is a welcome break.
Once our son was born, a Port-A-Crib filled the space where our bed had been. My husband and I slept on a reclining couch in the living room. I remember the two dollar Charlie Brown Christmas tree that we bought that year and how my feet brushed against it as we slept. There was hardly a needle on it by the time the season was over.