Look who's stitching now!

As soon as DB walked in the door the other day he handed me the front page of the WSJ and pointed this out to me. I had a DU, a steelworker, who did needlepoint.

Nancy

In WW2 my late FIL was a Physical Training Instructor who became a Warrant Officer in a Royal Marine Commando unit and took part in raiding parties into northern France. In his spare time he did cross-stitch and produced exquisite designs which were so neat that you couldn't tell which was the back and which was the front.

I knew a Narc (a New York Narcotics Cop) who knitted beautiful sweaters in his spare time.

My DH used to embroider. When he was in Malta and I lived out there with him, just after our marriage. I took a table cloth with me to embroider. He asked me to show him how to do it because it was a hobby that did not take up much space in his small locker. He did all the chain stitch, lazy daisy, french knots and feather stitch. Then brought back to me to do the satin stitch. It is still in use 55 years later. Hugs Shirley

In message , Shirley Shone writes

Sorry to follow my own post. I should have wrote he was in the Royal Navy and took the needle work to sea with him Shirley.

Now why did I know that as soon as you mentioned Malta? lololol exRN wife.

I well remember when my late husband was stationed aboard one of the VERY earliest Polaris Subs. Very early 60s. He had a good friend who spent spare time knitting twin-sets for his wife.

He was a delightful person, and he and his wife were friends of ours for several years.

Those that remember those days realize that was a fine yarn, and small needles. The men were incommunicado from the outside world from 60-90 days. If I had died in childbirth, as I nearly did, he would never have known until the patrol was over.

I suspect that made us tough women. LOL

Nah ! Say it isn't so. My son was nearly 14 months when David first saw him, he hadn't been an easy birth either. I can't help smiling when the media here welcomes a navy ship back and say with awe "they have been gone four months" - that's just a weekend jolly I reckon. My father learned to darn socks to help his mother (my grandfather was killed in WWI) and when he went to sea at just under 14 he made money darning other sailors socks for them. He did a meticulous job of it. He told me most seamen had skills, darning, knitting, stitching etc. because the hours at sea were long. When you think about it, no radio, no television and sometimes weeks at sea with the same people, you really needed something to immerse oneself in completely and to block the others out.

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Out there 1954/57. Lived in Senglea. Shirley

Thanks!

Joan