From my "mormor's" hands....

I have kept these old socks,
made by my grandma for my father,
about 70 years ago.
They are worn a lot,
it was my fathers skiing socks,
and they are mended everywhere.


My grandparent lived on a small farm
in the lower mountains in the south of Norway.
My mother was number 4 of 9 children,
and as in most other places at the time one had to make the clothes,
sew, knit or weave.
My grandma was a strong and very handy woman.
She would sew pants for the guys,
sometimes after weaving the fabric.
When the pants where warn out,
she would cut them into strips and weave rugs for the floor.
She knitted a lots of mittens and socks,
and would walk and knit
with the ball of yarn in the pocket of her apron,
if she had to go visit,
or had other business away from the house.
No time went to waist...

.
Wool is not all that strong,
and this was before the time of "disposable" socks.
These mean a lot to me,
and even though they are so thin
and are almost falling apart,
I still can't throw them out....


For mange, mange år siden,
strikket mormor disse sokkene for min far.
De har vært brukt på mang en skitur,
og blitt stoppet om og om igjen.
Nå er de veldig tynnslitte,
men jeg har ikke hjerte til å kaste dem...

Hun har lagt mye arbeid i dem,
tror metoden heter "kont strikking".
Har sett den brukt flere steder i det siste,
blandt annet i strikkede tepper....
Har aldri prøvd denne metoden selv.