At the retreat last weekend, there were a couple of vendors that had books and magazines and pattern booklets for sale. Some old, some brand new. Right up my alley.
And while browsing through one stack of pattern booklets I suddenly stopped abruptly and sucked in my breath as I saw this one.
Published in 1943 and containing numerous baby items both knitted and crocheted, this book was a part of my childhood. I can remember my mom making numerous sweaters, bonnets, soakers, booties for new moms in our community or at my daddy's work. And how was I sure it was the same book?
Well, you see she taught me how to crochet when I was 4 or 5. I could do the chain stitch (miles of it, I think) and then learned how to make crochet in the round. I wasn't very good at remembering to increase so I ended up with a lot of 50's colored cups..which worked well for my dollies' lunches and such. But blessed with an amazing imagination, I pretended sometimes that I was crocheting the sweater on the cover for my imaginary daughter.
Now, back in now-time, I still wondered if this truly was the book or was my memory playing tricks on me. There was a way to find out. Inside the book, I remembered a picture of two children, which in my young imaginary world were my older children Tommy and Candy. So I turned the pages and there they were in all their curly glory!
Needless to say, it came home with me. A bit ragged from wear (I can certainly relate!) and needing gentle treatment it's now an important part of my space. Cost of booklet ... Two dollars. Seeing it again...Priceless