But one thing I do remember about my father - he was a rigging fanatic and I was taught the ropes (and morse code) instead of being read bed-time stories. Sailors love ropes and knots - and here you can see the detailed evidence of this fact. You can also see the length of the stitches. Was it so the work could be quickly completed? I wouldn't have thought so, I would have thought their ship would have been lovingly and painstakingly laboured upon whether in the long hours at sea, or the dull days on shore. Perhaps it was the better to conserve the wool.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
You already know that my father was a navy man, so I won't bore you with more. He was a great cook and a great believer in keeping everything ship-shape-and-Bristol-fashion. However, I have no recollection that he ever did, or could, ply a needle. Maybe because my mother would always have beaten him hands down. But just as men would knit, men stitched. They had to. Not all men had the luxury of a wife, and clothes could not be simply bought off the peg before the late 1800s. Certainly not sailors' slops. These had to be cobbled together from whatever was available - even sail canvas and tarpaulin.
Posted by N E E D L E P R I N T at 14:19