My life is getting in the way of my blog!! Things have been hectic here — I am having a big crowd for a 4th of July BBQ and then shorty afterward we are going away on a quasi vacation – visiting Brother & SiL and doing some college visiting with Daughter #1. So I have been doing a bit of frantic running around

A recent entry at SmallHands has got me thinking. Chelsea writes about beginnings – who taught you to knit, who taught your teacher and so on …..

Some of you may know that my maiden name is Smith. Yes, a very, very common name. It occured to me a number of years ago that my older brother is the last of our particular brand of Smiths. My father was the only son to have a son and his son (the bro) has no children. After my brother, we Smiths are through! Through I tell you!

What about our knitting heritage? My maternal grandmather taught me how to knit. I don’t know for sure, but can safely assume that her own mother taught her as well as her two sisters. Of those three knitters, there were three daughters. Only one of them, my Aunt knits. Although Grammy taught both of her girls how to knit, only one does. I have two female cousins – we were all taught how to do it, but I am the only knitter. Writing this, I see we seem to have some kind of mystical proportion al&#225 the DaVinci Code going on – 3:1. hmmmm…… (note to self: mull that one over)

Am I the last of Grammy’s legacy?

No.

My Aunt has three granddaughters, I have two daughters (right now odds are on Daughter #2).

And of course, my little genealogical knitting exploration does not take into account the hope of any male knitters (there are plenty of grandsons) not to mention the non-family members we have taught to knit.

I have taught a number of people to knit and I have re-ignited a knitting interest in people who were taught by someone long ago.

the ties that bind … I always think of my Grammy when I knit and someday someone will think of me when they are casting on …..

A recent entry at SmallHands has got me thinking. Chelsea writes about beginnings – who taught you to knit, who taught your teacher and so on …..

Some of you may know that my maiden name is Smith. Yes, a very, very common name. It occured to me a number of years ago that my older brother is the last of our particular brand of Smiths. My father was the only son to have a son and his son (the bro) has no children. After my brother, we Smiths are through! Through I tell you!

What about our knitting heritage? My maternal grandmather taught me how to knit. I don’t know for sure, but can safely assume that her own mother taught her as well as her two sisters. Of those three knitters, there were three daughters. Only one of them, my Aunt knits. Although Grammy taught both of her girls how to knit, only one does. I have two female cousins – we were all taught how to do it, but I am the only knitter. Writing this, I see we seem to have some kind of mystical proportion al&#225 the DaVinci Code going on – 3:1. hmmmm…… (note to self: mull that one over)

Am I the last of Grammy’s legacy?

No.

My Aunt has three granddaughters, I have two daughters (right now odds are on Daughter #2).

And of course, my little genealogical knitting exploration does not take into account the hope of any male knitters (there are plenty of grandsons) not to mention the non-family members we have taught to knit.

I have taught a number of people to knit and I have re-ignited a knitting interest in people who were taught by someone long ago.

the ties that bind … I always think of my Grammy when I knit and someday someone will think of me when they are casting on …..

Will I ever knit again? What’s to become of Banff? Will I just shiver the whole winter long?

These are the questions I ponder as I am driving my kids all over God’s creation ….. along with:

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Daughter #1 got her license. Is it really necessary for teenagers to have a social life? Why can’t they be happy staying at home? Perhaps if I got them a copy of R2 they would both be thrilled to sit with their Mom and knit all summer.

I also wonder what types of fabulous yarn I could have bought with all the gas I’m putting in the car.

Dear Readers, as you can see I have nothing to say about my knitting — there has been no knitting.

I shall regale you with the mundane facts of my day.

Got up early and met a friend at the track for a morning constitutional. The annual parade of poochies for checkups commenced today and I took two of the dogs to the vet. I am now suffering sticker shock. And it’s not over yet – the other two go tomorrow.

I go through this every year. Why am I continually surprised at how much it costs to keep a dog?

Perhaps I should spread the ‘joy’ throughout the year, taking one in every couple of months, thereby reducing the impact to four small blows rather than one large knockout punch.

For further excitement, today’s menu holds: grocery shopping, ironing (that something a bit ‘fibery’), vacuuming, cooking and kid schlepping ….

shall I post pictures?