
Author: Janet McKee
My Garden in the Early Spring

traditional fair isle
Hello everyone, at this point in my life I think I must admit to myself that I have become a semi-professional knitwear collector.. when I started collecting knitwear it was really just for things to wear – which I still do, from September to May every year I am pretty much-wearing something knitted every day. I’m not fussy and have a lot of items which to me are everyday gansies and tops however I’ve built up a small collection of what I would call ‘traditional’ fair isle garments – these are not garments which initially would have appealed to me when I started buying knitwear but as my appreciation has changed I have come to find a great deal of time for these styles.
Anyone interested in Shetland textiles may have different ideas of what a traditional Fair Isle is but to me its garments which use early colours –…
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Day 9 – Arriving at Galway and the Irish Coast


She got up early at 6 to a beautiful sunny day. She sighted land at about 7. Watched getting ready to unload, saw officers on the bridge. Gulls appeared. Bleak hills, darling islands. Stopped at 9:30 for tender to take off people for Galway.
Day 10 – Irish Coast

Day 8 of My Mother’s Trip to Europe – June 1934

Again the shuffleboard tournament – she lost. She went to the gym. Played a lot of ping pong. Danced only a little. She felt ready for excitement but not very ambitious. She had fun flirting with a deck sailor.
#52Ancestors: Do all Americans “love” Cornish pasties too?
A Postcard Found

A postcard I purchased quite a few years ago at one of the Dublin City Bookfairs. I thought the woman resembled my mother. It disappeared for years, but today it unexpectedly reappeared. Hooray. I still think the presumably English woman resembles my mother.

In this photo taken in Lincolnshire in 1934, the woman in the center is my mother (but before she married and gave birth to me)
Day 7 – My Mother’s European Trip
A better day – some sunshine. She was busy getting participants for various tournaments and talking with various people, including crew members. She played, and won, 2 rounds of the shuffleboard tournament. After Libby went to bed she had a “wild” time with one of the crew. ( Hmm – is this my mother at age 22?)
Mrs Dalloway
Mrs Dalloway, written by Virginia Woolf in the early 1920’s. I can’t help but compass this cover with the photo of my mother Dorothy and her sister Elizabeth (Libby). The sisters were traveling in England and Scotland in 1934.




