The past can be a wonderful place at times, a connection to the people who were gone before I was ever born. My Great Grama was quite a woman, who had to lead a very different life than you and I. I have a picture of her that was taken when my mother, who is now 93, was a baby. I have her darning needle and many stories of her ingenuity and humor.
I have never knitted very much, I've only knitted slippers for my girls, and then my son-in-laws, and then my grand children as they come. I do have a helpful hint though, passed down to me from my Great Grama who knitted all the socks and woolen items that kept her family warm in the harsh cold winter of the Missouri Ozark Mountains. Great Grama used to take the favorite color of each family member and darn in patterns into the heels, soles, and toes of the socks. This made them more comfortable, extra warm, easy to match and she would know who needed a switching for wearing their socks outside. Back then, making socks was serious business, and socks were to be treated carefully, or else! Be it wool or cotton, my Great Grampa always had my favorite color blue worked in a pattern on his socks.