Ker-ching! A Penny drops!

There were some lovely comments on my last post about the blanket I was making to use up those little balls of wool that every knitter accumulates. The ‘granny squares’ are not all the same size necessitating strips and stripes and extra rounds to make them fit together and the colours are multiple and varied – yet the effect is cheerful and lively and most of you loved it as do I. Why?

Looking around my home and at the assorted handmade blankets in my cupboard I realised that the pieces I like best are the scrappy ones – the patchworks (usually fairly random) and the multicoloured. Partly this is because they will fit in with any colour scheme, adding both pattern and a hit of colour to the space. So in that sense they are very practical – change the decor? No problem!

Musing during a dog walk (as you do!) two memories from childhood came into my head.

The first concerned my childhood heroine; the woman I wanted to be like when I grew up. My Mum’s eldest, and much older, sister Aunty Nan. Nan and her husband Francis were childless (not by choice – as she said ‘In our day if it didn’t happen it didn’t happen and there was nothing you could do about it’) which meant that she had not given up work to raise her family. By the time I was old enough to remember them they were both lecturers at Alsager Teacher Training College near Newcastle-under-Lyme and lived in half a very long Nissen hut on the campus left over from World War 2. Francis headed up Rural Studies and Nan taught Craft. I found Francis slightly intimidating and when we visited he and my Dad would talk bees which they both kept. Nan would always find something crafty for me to do so that she and Mum could cook and talk. Later they bought 3 adjoining building plots where a new estate was being developed and had a bungalow built. Nan was furious that the architect would only talk to Francis even though she was the more artistic and better at design! She was even sidelined during the discussion of the kitchen! It was a beautiful home, very up to date in its furnishings and, of course, with Francis being an expert gardener, set in a fabulous garden. But what I really loved was their very early VW Dormobile.

Francis’s passion for bees meant he was not content with keeping a few hives of honey bees. He was really a thwarted academic and one of his good friends was Alan Gemmell (If you are old enough and live in the UK you may remember Professor Alan Gemmell of Keele University from Gardener’s Question Time. Prof’s passion was potatoes). So every summer he and Nan would spend the long vacation travelling Europe so he could collect wild bees and identify them. He had a cabinet of shallow drawers in his study with serried ranks of bees filed according to their latin name.

To make these expeditions easier, especially when he had exhausted Western Europe and started exploring behind the Iron Curtain, they got the Dormobile. To me it was a playhouse on wheels! And in it were blankets made by Nan on those journeys. She would take a pair of double pointed knitting needles – the short ones used for socks – and odd balls of wool so that she had some knitting to do in the evenings or while she was sitting in a field somewhere half watching Francis stalk his prey. Squares were easy to carry around or store in the van. Some were plain but lots were stripey or half and half. Sometimes the wool was thinner than she would have liked so she would use 2 colours together making a tweedy effect. Those blankets were part of the magic of the van for me. So very different from the contents of her house or of any of the other houses I knew.

The second memory was of a couple whose names I cannot remember but they were members of the Manchester and District Beekeepers Association, of which my Dad was Treasurer. The Association met once a month for most of the year. In the winter they rented a room somewhere for an evening and had ‘talks’ about bees and related subjects. But in the summer there were ‘Apiary visits’. One member would host the rest for an afternoon wherever they kept their bees. One of the more experienced members, often my father, would go through the hives explaining what they were doing, what they were looking for and why. If the bees needed extra space or a super full of honey needed to be taken away then that would be done. So winter was for theory and summer for practical. And on Apiary visits families were invited along too. There were a couple of single women who kept bees, a couple who did it jointly but most of the keepers were men. So the families consisted of wives and a few children who would sit around on deckchairs as far away from the hives as possible and chat. Everyone would take a picnic tea and once the hives were safely put back together again the beekeepers would join us and the host (or more usually the host’s wife!) would make cups of tea. It was a nice way to spend a summer afternoon and most of the gardens were delightful.

My Dad when he was young with his bees

The couple I am thinking of hosted a visit every year but not in their garden – I never knew where they lived in winter. Every summer they would decamp to a field where he kept his bees and where they had 2 old railway wagons. One was where he stored all his bee equipment and extracted his honey – a dim space which I always tried to get into at some point to enjoy its scent of wood, wax and honey. The other was where they lived with two single beds arranged in an L shape at the end furthest from the door, each covered with a multicoloured, home made blanket, a small table and 2 hard chairs and a rudimentary kitchen with a camping stove. Outside was a compost toilet and another table with a washing up bowl on it and a tap on a post behind it. The field was on a hill and there was an amazing view over the valley. I knew of no-one else who lived like that – it was like being in a story!

One huge granny square!

I suppose that from those 2 experiences I came to associate blankets like the one I am working on with a simple life, being unconventional, having adventures but also with being cosy and self-sufficient. No wonder I like them so much – by making them I am constructing my very own magic carpet of the imagination, opening up possibilities of adventures and new ways of living!

21 thoughts on “Ker-ching! A Penny drops!

  1. tialys May 23, 2021 / 11:40 am

    I really enjoyed reading your reminiscences – a lovely late Sunday morning wallow in nostalgia. Those random patchworks and multicoloured blankets are a link to what sounds like quite a magical childhood amongst the beekeepers and the gardens – even if you’ve only just made the connection.

    I am puzzled as to why I like patchwork considering that, as an over imaginative child, I had lots of nightmares and one regular one featured me being crushed by a giant tortoise. My Mum told me it was because there was some sort of patchwork quilt on my bed and my mind had made the squares into the shell of a tortoise. πŸ’πŸ™„

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    • Going Batty in Wales May 24, 2021 / 7:53 am

      Glad you enjoyed it Lynn. Like most childhoods mine was a mixed bag but there were certainly magical days in there. I know that some of those gardens inspired me to want a beautiful one of my own – which is a work in progress! At the time it all seemed perfectly normal but now I recognise that I had some quite unusual experiences for a middle class child of suburbia.

      Being crushed by a giant tortoise sounds horrible! But it is good that you still like patchwork. I wonder if modern children would recognise a tortoise or think it was a turtle – you never see them as pets now.

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  2. Trev Jones May 23, 2021 / 11:44 am

    Wonderful stories especially on a cold and wet Sunday morning. I love those blankets, we certainly need them even though it’s nearly June. Stay warm. 😊

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    • Going Batty in Wales May 24, 2021 / 7:54 am

      I am so glad you enjoyed the stories Trev. It is indeed very chilly still and I have been glad to be still working on blankets and other warm things in the evenings so that there is something on my lap.

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      • Trev Jones May 24, 2021 / 8:22 am

        Thank you. I don’t know your real name so I will say thank you, Batty. The weather is supposed to be finally warming up towards the end of the week! Good job you have those blankets. 😊

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      • Going Batty in Wales May 25, 2021 / 9:22 am

        My real name is Sue but I’m happy to be called Batty!


  3. Laurie Graves May 23, 2021 / 12:11 pm

    How I enjoyed this post, the stories and the memories. They embody not only coziness and creativity but also a zest for life. Have you ever thought of writing a memoir? If you do, I will be among the first to buy a copy.

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    • Going Batty in Wales May 24, 2021 / 7:56 am

      OH Laurie – such a lovely comment! very flattering to think that you enjoy my writing when you write professionally. I have never thought of writing a memoir but maybe I will write some more posts in this vein since a number of people seem to have enjoyed it.

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      • Laurie Graves May 24, 2021 / 2:00 pm

        I really, really enjoyed your vivid descriptions of a time that has passed but is not that long ago. Yes, more please!

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      • Going Batty in Wales May 25, 2021 / 9:23 am

        Will do!


    • Going Batty in Wales May 24, 2021 / 7:57 am

      Thank you! I am still working on blankets because they keep me warm as I work!


  4. Helen May 23, 2021 / 4:39 pm

    I missed your last post but am glad now to see your multi-coloured blanket. The stories of your childhood are touching!


  5. anne54 May 23, 2021 / 11:00 pm

    I really enjoyed this post too. I do love the image of Nan sitting in a field behind the Iron Curtain knitting squares. A delightful peek into another world, and connected by bees! Was your father a professional apiarist?


    • Going Batty in Wales May 24, 2021 / 8:04 am

      Nan was quite a woman! She also made loads of friends in Eastern Europe despite not being particularly good at languages.

      Dad became a semi=professional beekeeper I suppose. There are very few full timers in the UK unlike in Australia. He always sold honey to neighbours and then took some exams to demonstrate that he knew what he was doing in order to become a Seasonal Bee Inspector. He was a school teacher and in the long Summer holidays was given a list of local beekeepers and arranged to go and check their hives for diseases such as ‘foul brood’ which might affect other apiaries. Most of the people he visited he knew from the Association but there were always a few newcomers or people who didn’t want to join anything. I presume he got paid a small fee for those visits but suspect he did it mostly out of interest. He was also the man the police called if there was a swarm causing a problem somewhere and then I would sometimes go with him to help catch it.


  6. onesmallstitch May 24, 2021 / 6:46 pm

    wonderful memories, thank you for sharing. Not all that long ago but the world seems to have changed so much! We lived in a small town and my grandparents and then parents owned the stores. We spent the summers at a cottage at the lake and all the quilts were made by Mom from men’s wool suiting samples, mostly dark colours but I loved the weave structures and patterns. I think they are one of the reasons I fell in love with weaving.

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    • Going Batty in Wales May 25, 2021 / 9:25 am

      Laurie (notes from the Hinterland) is encouraging me to write more such posts and I probably will. maybe you and others would like to join me and record a world that we can remember but our children can’t. I imagine you have some wonderful stories of life on a boat and in japan too which I would love to hear. We had a 27 foot catamaran at one stage and seriously considered living aboard her.


  7. onesmallstitch May 26, 2021 / 5:44 pm

    an interesting idea, some blogs do have a “guest” writer occasionally which can be interesting but it requires work and time on the part of the host.


  8. katechiconi June 15, 2021 / 11:10 am

    Lovely, lovely post! My own personal theory about what makes random patchwork so visually appealing is that the human eye and brain find complexity and colour very rich and satisfying; it lets the eye dance about and the brain process and enjoy colour and pattern.

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    • Going Batty in Wales June 15, 2021 / 2:23 pm

      I think that is true as well!

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