My aunt Helga gave me these years ago. They belonged to her father-in-law, my stepfather’s father, Ole. He died in 1929 and his two sons are also deceased, but my cousin Susan and I recently pieced the story together from what little we know.
Ole was illegitimate and had no future in Norway in the late 1880s. We think his mother made them for him when he left Norway for the US.
My rudimentary google skills told me that “erindring” means remember in Norwegian.
Maryann
Maureen's Story
This knitting box was my grandmother's. It must be at least 90 years old!
She was born in 1880. Came to America. Had 9 children and lived with my family after her husband died. I grew up with her until she died in 1963. I remember her knitting mittens for the 17 grandchildren.
I learned to knit when I was 12; owned a yarn shop and was a sales rep for yarn companies. I am still knitting and will never stop! I only wish someone had saved a pair of those priceless mittens.
Happy Knitting!
- Maureen