A while ago, Jennifer asked me to write something for her web page. I guess she figured since I am her mom, I might know a little about knitting. WRONG! I keep telling her it skips a generation, although I don’t think she believes me. I do not knit though my mother did try to teach me when I was a child. I managed to knit a pair of slippers, but never progressed past the basic knitting stitch. But I do remember watching my mother knit while she was watching her favorite shows on TV. My mother was raised in Dublin, Ireland and had a passion for knitting Irish Fisherman Sweaters. Back in the 60s and 70s she would buy yarn on sale for around $1.00 per skein. She would use six skeins of yarn and in approximately three weeks, a sweater was born. My father worked in downtown San Francisco where business suits and white shirts were the appropriate attire. But, on the weekends during tax season, he always wore a button down cardigan proudly made by my mom. She made them in all colors. They were raffled off at the church Christmas Bazaar as a fund raiser. If any of us children (and like Jennifer and myself there were two girls and two boys) wanted a winter hat or muffler, sweater or afghan, all we needed to do was ask our mom. I often wish that Jennifer could have shared her love of knitting with her grandmother. When I was 20, she suffered a massive stroke and was never able to knit again. I know that she would be so proud of the business women that Jennifer has become, sharing a passion for a hobby that they both love.