Who is the Patron Saint of Knitters?

katknit's avatarDances with Wools

Someone on one of the forums I haunt asked this question. Being extremely interested both in knitting and in religious history, it was necessary to immediately start a search. Some say that the patron saint is Fiacre. It seems he was the patron of cap makers, and when knitted caps were “invented”, Fiacre got the nod by default. An early guild for knitters was organized in Paris in 1527 was named The Guild of St. Fiacre. So who was this person with the strange name?

It is said that Fiachra, or Fiacre, traveled to France from Ireland, in search of a quiet place in which to withdraw from society and devote his life to God. The bishop of Meaux granted him a plot of land on which he built a hermitage with a garden and a hospice for travellers, which over time grew into the village of Saint-Fiacre in Seine-et-Marne…

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Life In Alaska – Rusty’s Harrowing Adventure (2) – August 14, 1944

Fascinating.

Judy Guion's avatar"Greatest Generation" Life Lessons

This is the second half of a letter written by Rusty Huerlin, a family friend, to Ced. Both Rusty and Ced are living in Alaska and they have become good friends.

As most of our freight was for Wainwright, we were able to take on passengers there – storm bound Eskimos unable to return to Barrow in their boats heavily loaded with coal. So we left there towing five whale boats and had 25 Eskimos to sweeten the forecastle and share with us the four bunks when the next storm came up. We had then run into ice – icebergs 20 feet high, and got forced outside of them and land. Most of this was fields of bergs and we wound around it for a day in getting in close to land. This ice ran nearly down to Wainwright but once getting inside of it the water was smooth. 60…

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US Marine in Iraq Book Review

Learning about the war I Iraq.

Jeff Groves's avatarInch High Guy

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US Marine in Iraq: Operation Iraqi Freedom, 2003

By Richard S. Lowry, Illustrated by Howard Gerrard

Osprey Warrior Series Book 106

Paperback, 64 pages, heavily illustrated

Published by Osprey Publishing July 2006

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1841769827

ISBN-13: 978-1841769820

Dimensions: 7.2 x 0.1 x 9.7 inches

U.S. Marine in Iraq details the experiences of two Marine enlistees from recruitment through Boot Camp, Infantry School, mechanized combined arms training at Twentynine Palms, deployment aboard ship and eventual combat during Operation Iraqi Freedom, the invasion of Iraq.  The story follows the Marines’ actions as part of the Second Marine Regiment through the battle of the bridge at An Nasiriya and the fight to capture Baghdad.

One section which will be of interest to wargamers is the integration of a Marine infantry battalion with Amphibious Armored Vehicles (AAV) and M1 Abrams tanks to basically transform them into mechanized infantry.  There are various ways a…

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My Aunt Ruth

I have a lovely picture of my Aunt Ruth as a young girl/lady. No date is given for the photo. She was born in 1888 and lived a long life, marrying twice and living to the age of 97. She was born in Peoria Florida as her parents spent 10 to 12 years there for reasons of my grandfather’s health. The family returned to their base in Ohio when my grandfather became terminally in 1898. Aunt Ruth would have been about 10 years old when her father (my grandfather) died.

So she spent the remainder of her formative years in Newark Ohio. She became a teacher and taught school in both Newark and then Indiana. In Indianapolis Indiana she first married John H. Hilkene, a widower with one child. She was 42, he was 55. This was in 1923. He subsequently died in 1930. One thing that struck me about him is that he served in the Spanish American War in 1898, and he also served in the 1st World War. He was very active in the American Legion in Panama. He (they?) were living in Panama when he became seriously ill and subsequently returned to Indianapolis to die.

Five years later in November 1935 she married James S. Milligan in Indianapolis. (Her younger brother my father married for the 3rd time in December 1935). She was in her late 40’s when she married James. He was a widower with 2 children.

At some point she moved from teaching to work as an underwriter for the Sun Alliance Insurance Company. She worked for that company until retirement.

She spent her final years between Indianapolis, Raleigh North Carolina and Florida with her sister Myrtle and her mother, She died at age 97 in 1984.

I might have met Aunt Ruth in the fall of 1948, but I doubt it. I was 11 years old when my sister Ruth and I went south (by train) to Raleigh North Carolina to visit our Grandmother and our Aunt Myrtle. My only recollections of that trip are in photographs and my only real memory is of the suit I wore – a lovely brown and white suit and so-called sport shoes.

Why would Aunt Ruth have been there in North Carolina – possibly visiting her sister and mother? Doubtful, I’m sure she was busy enough in Indiana.

My Aunt Ruth – A Segue to My Father’s Youth

My Aunt Ruth was my father’s sister, born 1888. She was 3 years younger than my father. There were 5 children in the family, 3 boys and 2 girls. The first born was Myrtle born 1884. Then along came Dana, a boy born 1887. Then in 1888 Ruth was born, followed by the 2 boys, my father Joseph born 1891 and Roy born 1893. I imagine my grandmother and grandfather had a lively time with these 5. Although the family had their roots in Ohio they spent time in Florida. My father and his sister Myrtle were both born in Peoria Florida, a part of St. Augustine.

I have subsequently found an obituary in the Newark Daily Advocate for my grandfather, Major Charles Dana Miller. In the obituary it is noted that he spent the last 10 to 12 years of his life in Florida, due to health problems. When he became very ill, he returned to his mother’s home on Buena Vista Street in Newark where he died.

Mary Gilman Miller’s family home on Buena Vista Street, Newark Ohio. This home is where my father spent the later years of his youth.

Prior to reading the obituary cited above, I did not understand why or how they spent time in Florida. I thought It might have been for health reasons but not as severe as those cited in the obituary. My grandfather was injured in the Civil War and although he appears to have lived a very full life, he did die relatively young at the age of 61.

From the obituary my mental image of the 5 children attending their father’s funeral is incredibly sad.

My father was only 8 or 9 years old when his father died, and he never told me any memories of his dad. What childhood memories my father told me were all of his mother and their home in Newark Ohio.

A Golf Tournament Like No Other

Family Reunion Golf Tournament

This morning I came across this photo quite unexpectedly while looking for something else. When, where was this photo taken? I think it must have been in Seattle. Was it as long ago as Ian’s 80th birthday? No I don’t think it was as long ago as that. That young man on the right is now a junior in college and he towers over his dad. I am sure the competition was fierce and the results hotly contested. And there must have been a trophy involved. I must ask the contestants. This is a memory test for me.

80 Years Ago

From left to right – Auntie, Janet, Betsy, Grandma Friend – sitting in front of the house in Winchester Auntie was my grandfather’s sister who lived with my grandparents, Betsy and I are cousins
the family home in Winchester – photo from 2018