Happy Thanksgiving

May you have a wonderful day today and enjoy family and friends to the utmost.

Here is a picture that I found recently.  It was taken about 1962.  I am wearing a college sweatshirt, which is why I know the date.  This is a group of friends and family.  Brother Charles is in a Boy Scout uniform, Mom is in the middle and Candy is the one in a stripped shirt and curly hair.

Finally finished!

I have been working on some wrist warmers forever, it seems. I started them in the summer but my plan of action for knitting is to do it when I’m riding in a car (if I remember) or at a demonstration (again, IF I remember).

But I wanted to give these wrist warmers to Pastor Mark. He and his wife own the Farm that Norm works at and he is the one that gave me the lamb, Soot, last summer.

When we had her sheared, we discovered that her fleece is NOT totally black, but is kind of like ashes (or soot – which makes her properly named). The spinning has been fantastic. Soot’s fleece is soft and easy to spin and a delight to watch go into the bobbin, as the fleece is heathered in color so it’s not a solid yarn going in.

When I started the wrist warmer (the first one), I didn’t like the cable pattern – I kept getting confused (not an abnormal thing for me) – plus it was hard to see the cable in the dark yarn, so I ripped out the pattern down to the cuff and started over. I got the wrist warmer done and decided that it was too big – so started BACK at the cuff and made a two-by-two rib to match the cuff the whole way up. This fit the hand much better and was more interesting than just plain knitting.

Soooo, after three tries (third time lucky), I had one wrist warmer done and had to work on the other one. That took much less time (wonder why?) and I finished this last week.

Yesterday I sent the wrist warmers to the Farm to give to Mark. I hope he will like them. I certainly enjoyed making them (even if it DID take me three times for the first one). I might make some more, just for me.

It’s snowing out today – chances are not very high to get more than about two inches but it certainly is beautiful out. You have a beautiful day.

Where were you forty-six years ago today?

Now, I know most of my devoted readers are too young for remembering (or even being alive on) that important date.

However, it was the day that John F. Kennedy, President, was assassinated.  I was sitting with my (then) boyfriend (not Norm) in the college commons, after lunch, listening to the radio over the intercom.  That was when we heard the news that Kennedy had been shot.

The rest of the day was a blur – I went to my History class – the professor there prided himself on being so “cool” and “with it.”  We listened on the radio for the confirmation that the President was dead and the professor said something very profound.  At least I THINK if was profound – he was hoping it would be but I was crying so hard I have no clue what he said except “Class dismissed.”

Now, I know many people don’t think Kennedy was a great president but he was “our” president – the young people who were just getting into politics.  He was young, like us, energetic and good looking (never a bad thing in polices).  Plus, he was the President of the United States.  Who had the gall to attack us by killing our President?

That was forty-six years ago and I can still remember the feelings I had at that time.  Older people (no, I’m not THAT old) talk about where they were when they heard about Pearl Harbor.  You younger ones remember the Towers going down (I remember that one, and where I was when I heard that news).  Everybody remembers where they were, what they were doing when something momentous happens.

Kennedy’s death was momentous to us.  It was the first time a President had been killed (or even died in office) in the lifetime of anyone.  It changed the views of Americans; the innocence of the age was gone.