Recently I learned that the former owner of our house was a knitter, and that when she died all the dresses and suits that she knit for herself went to my neighbor, Harriet. I mentioned to Harriet that someday I'd love to see the outfits Mrs. T made.
Last Monday Harriet came by my house and dropped off a large bag for me - it was full of knitting needles and odd bits of yarn that had belonged to Mrs. T. Harriet said she thought I should have it all, since I knit, too. It's been fun looking through the bag and sorting it all. I can use all the needles, and am thankful to have them.
The yarn is from years ago - I'm guessing the newest might be from the 1980's, although I seriously doubt it from looking at the labels. It's more likely to have been bought in the '40's, '50's, and 60's. Most of it is wool, although some is a blend of wool and silk. And after she used up most of a skein, Mrs. T wound up the rest into a very tight ball of yarn. Some are the size of a marble, others the size of an egg.