From the editor's keyboardDown memory lane in a pamphlet
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It's one of a whole stack of knitting pamphlets from the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s — cherished for decades by a friend's grandmother and recently passed along to me. A tangible link with the not too distant past, I confess to being in love with the simple innocence of the chubby babies modeling layettes, the dimpled boys in short pants wearing patterned pullovers — with ties! — to play baseball, the men with pipes wearing vests — called sleeveless pullovers — and the darling women's decorative accessories, called fascinators and shoulderettes.
I was lucky enough to know my grandmother pretty well and here's what she was all about: working hard to make a decent life for her family, cooking and sewing, learning — she went to a chef's school in her sixties, just for the fun of it — and being a good neighbour and member of her congregation. I think she had given up knitting garments once her grandchildren were, as my grandfather used to call it, “eleven-teen”, but there was never a time she didn't have an afghan or lap robe on the needles. She didn't think it was her job to be trendy or sexy. She didn't spend hours trying to avoid wrinkles or starve or exercise herself into a smaller size. She wore her hair in a bun until one day, well into her seventies, she decided a short haircut was more practical. Her hands had grown too arthritic to brush her waist-length hair every night. She taught me to sew and knit and my mother, who had learned from her, taught me to crochet and embroider.
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