A week-end at the cabin, alot of mother-daughter time. I found my knitting, and sitting down beside me, Marta looked through the huge knitting basket in search of old treasures. "Look Mum, here is the scarf I started to knit years ago. It must be the first I ever knitted I think. Oh, can you help me to finish it this week-end. I want to bring it with me when my class goes up to Røros on the camp next week."
So there we sat, both of us with the needles busy between our fingers, chatting about old days, (old days for a 12 year old is only a few years back). We talked about how we learned to knit, and she still remembered the old story I have used for dozens of children to help them learn knitting. (I used to work in a kindergarted 30 years ago, and I have four kids, all have had lots of friends coming to our home).
"How was this old story again? A princess shut up in a cave, the prince coming to save her, creeping into the cave, embracing the princess, bringing her with him out into the light........." Yes, Marta, you remember the story still. And look, your knitting is perfect. Look at the difference between then and now."
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Photos. Marta at cabin terrace, Saturday morning. The scarf is finished, and Marta and her class drove up to Røros this morning for a week at a camp in one if the old mines there.
