TO START HOOKING CLASSES
It seems to me that I have spent
a good portion of the summer getting ready
to teach this fall.
The hooking and wool room has been
re-organized and cleaned. I have been going
thru many reference books looking
for interesting things to share with my
I found this poem that I want to
share with you.
DAD'S OLD BREECHES
When dad has worn his trousers out
They pass to brother John.
Then mother trims them round about
and William put them on.
When William's legs to long have grown
The trouser's fail to hide 'em'
So Walter claims them for his own,
and stows himself inside 'em.
Next Sam's fat legs they close invest,
And they won't stretch tighter.
They're turned and shortened, washed and pressed,
And fixed on me . . . the writer.
Ma works them into rugs and caps,
When I have burst the stitches.
At doomsday we shall see (perhaps).
The last of Dad's old breeches.
Hope all of you are ready for the fall season with it's glorious colors and delightful weather.
Keep those hooks moving!