I remember with a fond chuckle the time my grandson William Jr was about eight years old and, seeing me pick up my knitting needles, asked, “Nana, are you yarning again?” It seemed like a perfectly reasonable switch from noun to verb, especially since this nana loves to tell stories almost as much as to knit. In fact, the two just go together, stories and knitting. Something in the rhythm of the needles in one’s fingers brings stories to the surface like this one about my Dad, Floyd Knight, when he was a little boy.

Floyd’s family had settled near Clarkesville, Georgia on a little place my grandmother named Pinedale. But she had consumption (tuberculosis) very bad and, though she and Grandfather had traveled all the way from Michigan to North Georgia seeking a more healthy climate, they soon knew this still wasn’t good enough. There were actually two more members of this family, my Dad’s little dainty grandmother and his aunt Delia Sweet, both of whom were very concerned about daughter/sister Grace.

The family decision was for my grandparents to take little Floyd with them and move farther southeast, which turned out to be South Carolina. Great Grandmother Amelia and Great Aunt Delia stayed at Pinedale.

My grandparents were traveling in an open wagon then in the 1890’s. My Dad used to tell us how much he didn’t want to leave Pinedale. He said he reached up and held onto branches as they passed beneath the trees hoping desperately to stop the wagon.

In South Carolina a few years later young Floyd came down with a horrible fever called typhoid. In his delirium he cried to go back to Pinedale where he could play in the brook and climb the trees. Grandfather could not leave his teaching position but Grandmother insisted she would take Floyd herself by train. She herself was weak, but she convinced her husband she could and would do this. To her, I think, it was the only way she could save her son’s life.

Grandmother Grace arrived in Cornelia only to realize it was still eight miles home and she had no way of transport. No one knew she and this dangerously ill child were waiting, stranded, at the Cornelia depot. What could she do? She prayed while gripping her feverish boy.

Meanwhile, at Pinedale on that same hot day, Dad’s dainty little grandmother and his aunt Delia were sitting comfortably tatting and quilting. Suddenly Grandmother Amelia said to her daughter, “We have to go to the train depot.” Aunt De argued with her mother but got nowhere. Grandmother would not give up until Aunt De went to a neighbor and borrowed a horse and buggy.

When the two women arrived at the Cornelia depot there was Grace with her very sick Floyd. I always wondered, when Dad told that story, whether or not Grace was very surprised at the miraculous help God sent her. My dad was too sick to remember, I think. He just remembered that, once at Pinedale, he quickly recovered.

But back to my “yarning…”

I’m knitting a few dish cloths out of some new Red Heart yarn from WalMart called Scrubby. It’s fun to knit but you wouldn’t want to have to take any of your work out because it would be easily tangled. The dish cloths turn out with an excellent nubby texture ready to clean pots and pans. I haven’t tried one yet but I believe they will really work. I’m making mine fairly small, about 7″ square, because I like them that size.

I recently made two or three scarves, one from really fine wool yarn I purchased at the Fuzzy Goat in Thomasville. If you haven’t been there, you must visit the new knitting shop called Fuzzy Goat. You’ll find a warm, creative atmosphere with knitters at work while they chat and laugh. The proprietor is a lovely lady who will make sure you find what you want. And the yarns! I’d like to feel each one, find each skein’s color name and study every design of hat and sweater in the store. And I liked the invitation to come knit and listen at the combination Bookshelf and Fuzzy Goat event. Sounds like fun! A great dimension to my visit to the yarn shop was the fact that my friend Sally Whitfield was with me chatting with the knitters while I looked at yarn. Sally is a skilled quilter which means she has a great “eye for color.” She enjoyed the colorful yarns in fiber, as well as the word picture yarns shared by the knitters.

I’m hoping to finish several knitted items in time for the Spring Market and Yard Sale at First Baptist Church, Cairo, on Saturday, March 18. Several of us are working to have a table full of handmade items that day. Juanita is sewing some of her clever bags, Angela makes the cutest “critters” you ever saw, and we think Eric may contribute some of his gorgeous photos in frames. I think Ann Collier is sewing some cute things too.

Of course the yard sale with furniture, clothes, dishes, and everything will be the most popular probably. We’re all trying to help generate funds to upgrade our children’s education building. And we expect to have fun doing it.

So…I better get back to yarning!

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