Passover Greetings

A Girl Named Bessie

Bessie

Baby Girl
So, she made it known, if Curly, Leonard, Bianchi, and LaLa had real names, she should too. Baby Girl is not really a name and she deserved one just as much as the rest.

She had her point, but what should we call her? We thought of Elizabeth many times and wondered why. It certainly had the dignity she was seeking but it just did not fit. We slept on this dilemma for a week or two, and then finally, someone said Bessie. Could that be it -- a name with determination for a determined little girl? We decided to sleep on it just one more night.

The next morning we still liked it, but decided to keep it between the two of us while I was at work, to give her time to digest the change, and to make room for any last-minute change of heart. She later admitted to whispering her secret in LaLa's ear, which was a good choice for a confidante since he only speaks Tiger. That night, she made her announcement: She is no longer Baby Girl; she is Bessie. Since then, on occasion, she has allowed family to also call her Bessie Girl.

It's interesting to know, this source says Bess and Elizabeth are Hebrew names that mean "house, God's promise, and God is my oath."

That's the end of this story . . . but it reminded me of another . . .

Bobbie and me, Mother's Day 1958

BaBa
I was pretty little when I first met her, so I have no idea why I called her BaBa. Her real name was Bessie, but everyone in my family called her Bobbie and claimed I had renamed her.

When I was a little girl I had a wonderful babysitter, a sixty-something woman with white hair, large hands, a soft Texas drawl, a gentle loving nature, and sometimes the sparkle of mischief in her eyes!

I expect her life had not been easy. She was a young woman during the Great Depression; her husband worked for the railroad. The photograph of President Franklin Roosevelt on her living room wall seemed to tell it all, but I'm still not certain what all of it was. A search online reveals moving from Texas to New Mexico to Colorado . . . decades of moving around from one tiny town to another until they got to Trinidad, Colorado and eventually Pueblo, Colorado.

When I was high school age, she told me about her job as a cook in a cancer ward. Her grown daughter, who lived with her, had a cleft palate that made her speech hard to follow. Despite all this, my babysitter was a gentle, kind woman who just moved forward through her life.

She was well-known in her church. I know because she brought me with her to the annual Mother-Daughter Dinner several times.

She loved to retell a sweet story about the two of us. I'll save that for another day, but suffice it to say the punch line ("BaBa, Mindy wants an egg") confirms I was calling her BaBa -- not Bobbie. Nevertheless, Bobbie is who she became. I'm guessing it was my mother's invention; she probably did not like calling her daughter's babysitter something that sounded like Bubbah.

For me, she was the closest thing to a doting grandmother -- someone to make a fuss over me. Both of my grandmothers loved me but neither was doting. Perhaps that is why we always made a visit to Bobbie's home every Mother's Day and Christmas.

Her small backyard was crowded with fruit trees; the peach tree (trees?) was her favorite. I think it had something to do with her early years in Texas. I remember her discussing freestone versus cling peaches with  my dad and wondering what stones had to do with peaches! Ha! I can't remember for sure which she had but I want to say that they concluded the cling peaches were more trouble to eat but they tasted better...but then again, I may have made-up that part!

I remember for sure, her roses were grown under Mason jars, each one in its own private greenhouse. Often, she would say in her thickest drawl, "Well, I have to go irrigate." So I wonder, did she grow up on a farm somewhere in Texas? I wish I knew more about her childhood.

In her old age she struggled with her breathing -- emphysema, I think. Still, when my mom called and put me on the phone, Bobbie told me she was not doing so well and could not do any handsprings or cartwheels today. That was it; no long stories of illness; just a short line with a smile at the end of it. I have a photo of her as a very young woman, dressed in a long white dress with her arms folded and resting upon the back of a tall open-backed chair. She had a big bright smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. That girl could definitely do a cartwheel and a handspring!

I miss her to this day.

Entrelac Outlined in Angora

Entrelac swatch (Click to enlarge.)

Outlined
So I made a swatch using an idea from Entrelac: The Essential Guide to Interlace Knitting with two changes; the yarns were slightly different and the rectangles were 5 stitches across rather than 12. This was a test so I was a little sloppy on technique. After the photos are taken, this will be frogged. The materials combo is yummy. I love the whisper-pale periwinkle in the angora against the browns in the Noro Kureyon, but . . .

It's Flat
. . . I want a hat with entrelac's high relief. I'm not sure why this is so flat. It's hard to know, because I changed two things from my first attempt (see previous post). Is it because of the technique for introducing the angora outline or because Rosemary Drysdale's basic entrelac method does not slip the stitches destined for pick up? I may have to try her entrelac technique with a single yarn to find out.

Conclusions
Flat can be good -- especially if this was a shawl as shown in Drysdale's pattern, "Accent on Angora Shawl" (try saying that fast three times!) I love the fiber combo but I want an entrelac hat with high relief. I wonder if a higher value contrast would suggest higher relief? What if I use black velour for the outline?

Entre to Entrelac

Entrelac beret in process -- about to be frogged

After years of thinking about it, I tried entrelac . . . and I love it! I used Noro Kureyon (100% wool) #149 (browns, grays, tan, ivory). Noro yarns were made for entrelac; with their self-striping, you can use one continuous yarn for a whole project. Just let the yarn decide when to change colors!

First entrelac swatch

This week I ordered Entrelac: The Essential Guide to Interlace Knitting. It arrived yesterday -- in just two days! Last night, I was so excited with new ideas swimming in my head, I could barely sleep! I highly recommend this book. It has lots of photos, clear directions, directions for dozens of swatches, and terrific patterns.

This was my test swatch from earlier in the week. I even knit most of a beret but now that I see the methods in my new book, it's soon to be frogged! I'm not worried; it knit up in just a day! Plus, I have a new idea that will use at least one other yarn. I am so happy!

The Coral Hat Saga Continues

I worked on the coral hat most of  Saturday sitting in the sun by the window watching the snow fall. Did I mention this is a slow process? I knit up all my materials but it just does not feel right. I bought a soft, yummy, salmon-colored silk blend by Manos for the part that goes around my face. Right now, the hat is just not cohesive. I'm going to keep looking and thinking and I will likely get an idea and rip this out and try again. I don't mind. I have two great hats to wear in the meantime. This is a lot like solving a puzzle.

Did I mention, after clipping out the colors I don't like, this is all the yarn I've got -- not enough to finish the hat. I need to dip into some other yarns that I've avoided. I have a scratchy coral yarn that I can use as long as it's not on my face. I may blend the Manos yarn with some of the others. We'll see.

It was beautiful outside. Taking pictures from inside does not work well thanks to the window screen. It was such a nice view from the third floor but there was no way to record it.