I've been meaning to tell you about my grandmother for some time now, but I never thought it was the right time for it. Today, my mom called to tell me, that my grandmother is in the hospital, has been since Tuesday! Well, the smoke signals took a little longer to get here, over the big pond, I guess.
My grand mother, Aloisia (she was never happy with her name) was the first of 17 children! (no, that's not a mistake). Funny thing is, I've been thinking of her a lot lately, probably because I've read a story about his grandfather on Dave's blog. This got me thinking of my grandfather, and that led to my grandmother and so on. I even ended up thinking about a tenant, my grandparents had, a really long time ago. I was a little girl, like in the black and white picture below (it's a picture of a picture). This tenant was an old man, pretty much, as you would think Santa Claus looked like, but at the time, I have never heard of Santa Claus, since we had the Nikolaus and at Christmas time there was the Christkind, which was so kind to bring us all the lovely presents!
Anyway, this old man had a room in my grandparents house, and whenever I stayed with them, which was as much as possible, if I could help it, we kids where reminded to be quite, at least passing the floor, where his room was. I think his name was Herr Reichl. Boy, what the mind can come up with sometimes. I remember being in his room several times, for a short period of time, just doing an errand (bringing coals or fresh towels or something like that). I was a little afraid of him, but that couldn't have been that bad, because I also remember, standing on his feet, and we were dancing in the hallway, to some old music he's put on. We all had a good laugh, and even though I remembered being quiet when passing his door; I think I didn't mind him too much.
Back to my grandmother. She was a farmer's wife. I do not know how she could have managed everything she did. Of course my memories of her at that time, and all what was going on, was that of a child. You don't know what's really going on around you, most of the time as a child. Anyway, they had livestock of course, fields, a big house, stables and everything you need to make a living as a farmer. My grandmother took care of the pigs, the chickens, the house, she had also three men to take care of, her husband and two sons. My mother did not life there anymore. My grandmother had a wood stove in the kitchen, as well as a gas stove, but we used the wood stove most of the time. She also had tourists throughout summer and sometimes in winter too. She baked her own bread, mended clothing, and if it was slaughter time (in winter), she made the most delicious sausages and double smoked bacon and so on.
As a child I ate cooked pigs tail!, because everybody said it was yucky and it made the grown ups laugh, when I chewed into that thing! (shudder)
What I want to say here is, how could she do all that? I don't know how much help she had, but I was right there beside her, "helping" whenever I could. I loved to be with her and she taught me so much. I was paying attention with whatever she did. I wanted to know how it worked, and I guess she liked my companionship as well. I always thought I was her favorite (being the middle child of three, I really needed to think that). Since it was almost like playing for me, I loved to get those beautiful potatoes out of the black soil. I laughed when I hacked one in two pieces and threw them in a bucket. I also liked chopping wood, which I did, when I was older. My grandfather showed me some tricks, yeah, you can do it the hard way, or the easy way, and after that, I chopped wood for fun.
As I got older I spent all my school breaks with her, I liked to be there as much as possible. We had fun, and what is unbelievable to me, we had some free time every day to take a break and sit down to coffee and cake every afternoon! We would sit in the living room, with windows overlooking the street which led to the village, so we could and would see who came and went, and she knew them all. She told me stories about them and it was very entertaining for me. Sometimes a window would be open, and we would call out to the person passing by. They said a happy Hallo, and exchanged a few words with my grandmother, and went on their way.
During hot season, we would sit in the garden, in the shade, and she would mend some cloth, sunbathing at the same time. I've got a great shot of her, but I know she would rather the earth opens underneath her, to swallow her, than to see this particular picture of hers on my blog! ;o)
We called her Kaernten Omi, because that's were she lived (and still is living), and we had another grandmother, so we would not confuse who we were talking about.
By now, you probably ask yourself, why in gods name, am I telling you all this? Well, there's some knitting content in here pretty soon. It's just so overwhelming thinking of this time in my life, before I became an adult myself. The following picture was in the local newspaper at the time, because we were five generations in one picture. My great grandmother Josephine, my grandmother Aloisia, my mother Erika, myself and my baby girl Hannah.
I was lucky to have known my great grandmother as well. I helped my grandmother take care of her for a short while. She's the one with the 17 children! Unbelievable! And there where no twins, and all survived!
five generations
This is me with my grandparents and dog Waldi, with a snowman my dad made.
This is my grandmother today. This picture was taken this past January. She's knitting socks! At the end of last year I asked her, how many pairs she made. She could not remember, but said, that from July to the end of November she made 19 pairs. She's 85 years old and still knitting! I want to be able to do that as well.
She sent me this pair of socks and I sent her some sock yarn, so she'll not run out of yarn any time soon. ;o)
She might not be knitting right now, but I'm sure she likes to be taken care of in the hospital. She's getting mud-packs for her bad leg. Well, I did talk to her today, because when my mom called, she said, that whenever my Omi heard my voice, she's feeling better right away. No that's healing power! (I'm sure the doctors and the mud packs will help a little too) ;o)
So I called. We both were happy about it, there were some tears involved as well, because she said, of all people, I had to move away so far.... indeed.
Here's the baby girl Hannah, knitting socks now.
One other funny thing is, Hannah wants to learn cooking and baking, and we have a "Kaerntner Reindling" in the oven. Tomorrow we'll bake some sourdough bread. My grandma was very pleased as I told her. ;o)
While I was writing this post, the "Kaerntner Reindling" finished baking and here it is. It's a yeast dough, filled with sugar, cacao and cinnamon and the dough was brushed with melted butter. Kind of like the cinnamon rolls, or sticky buns, but much better! It's usually baked in a pan, but Hannah wanted it to look fancy so we used a "Gugelhupf" mould. ;o) It's still hot!
I know you don't need to see dog pictures right now, but I do. Biko's so happy outside. Today the sun is shining, and she's running like the wind, and chewing her tennis ball. Happy dog!
This is one skein Silk Rhapsody, and 45 minutes later, I've got this wound ball. It almost didn't make it! It was so tangled up (doesn't look like it in the above picture, but the skein was pretty messed up somewhere in there). I had to muster all my patience to get it done right, since I couldn't afford to loose even one inch of it.
Because...
Don't believe his innocent look! Sam was chasing Biko around the balcony, when I called him, and he stopped short, looking all nice for the camera! He's a bad boy really! ;o)
Lovely! (as long as you can sip your tea and don't have to go anywhere, of course)
click on pictures to see the full beauty
Ever since I saw this pattern, I was in love and wanted to knit this pair. I rarely purchase a sock pattern, unless it's different, like this one. This is the Shapely Sandal Sock pattern by Heart String Fiber Art . The pattern calls for two strands held together or as I choose to do it, use a worsted weight yarn. I've chosen Artyarns Supermerino in the color # 102, which was in my stash and I didn't know what else to do. For my size 10 1/4 feet, two skeins where not enough.
Look at this construction! See the diamonds? And - hold your breath, they are knit cuff down! Oh yeah! I had to kitchener the toes! I did that - soso, not invisible, but it will do. I had to rip out the second kitchenered toe, but for some reason, I did it differently, after another instruction and it turned out just awful. Ripping out kitchenered stuff is not fun and not easy. Thank god it was only a few stitches!
I wasn't going to say anything about Valentin's Day today, but when I got home from shopping, look what I found on my doorstep! Such wonderful roses from Karl, who is still in Germany. Wow! How beautiful!
Last night, a little after midnight, the long awaited winter snow storm just started to blow. Boy was/is it ever cold. I took three pictures and my fingers almost fell off!
This morning, right after it was light out, the snow was still coming down, but not as hard as last night. I LOVE snow!
Biko and Sam out on the balcony. They were on their way down the stairs, but I've made a barricade, because the stairs are too dangerous right now. See Biko squint her eyes? She knows, from painful experience, that standing behind Sam, she gets slapped with his tail pretty hard.
This is my new sewing machine. I'm still mourning my old Singer, though. I don't want to learn new tricks on this machine, but I better. I've some nice fabric, with which I'd like to make a tote bag - soonish.
Of course, today of all day's Hannah had an eye examination appointment, that was before the sun came out. A couple of hundred meters down the road, we encountered cars in the ditch. Thank god we didn't have to go far. While I was waiting for her, I started a plain sock, because I wanted to try out a new yarn. It's Tofutsies by SWTC. It's 50% Superwash Wool, 25% Soysilk Fibers, 22.5% Cotton and 2.5% Chitin from shrimp and crab shells! The knitted fabric is soft and cool to the touch, but the strand splits easily. We'll see how I like it, after wearing it and how it holds up after washing.
The designer, Alan Dart, promised hours of knitting pleasure, but forgot to mention hours of sewing (pleasure?). No wonder! Make something out of this pile of knit pieces and all those ends.
I made a huge mistake in assembling Harry. Because I didn't come to this project with an open mind. I made Hermann, and thought this one had to be constructed in a similar way. Hence the mistake. You see, his fuzzy back was not supposed to be sewed on, like I did in this picture, and then stuffed. It was supposed to be sewed on later, after the body was done!!! Didn't read the fine print, and didn't take my own advise, to read through the whole pattern before I started. Well, that's one reason my little Harry is on the bald side, and he's fat!
five generations
This is me with my grandparents and dog Waldi, with a snowman my dad made.
She sent me this pair of socks and I sent her some sock yarn, so she'll not run out of yarn any time soon. ;o) 
Here's the baby girl Hannah, knitting socks now.
