Friday nostalgia

There is actually a knitting related story that goes with this photo.

In 1969, our family spent the entire summer in a tent at Preston’s campground in Truckee, California while my father who was a carpenter, worked on his boss’s cabin at Lake Tahoe. Every morning he would drive away to work in his VW bug and we would stay behind and play. I remember spending the entire time barefoot and I swear my feet grew about three sizes.

On one occasion Dad brought us some scraps of wood which we used to build boats that we attempted to sail on the creek that ran behind our tent. A resident of the campground, a young woman (may be a teenager?) named Markie (short for Marquis), taught us all to knit – even the little boys. We knit miniature flags, about 2 inches square, for our wooden boats. I still remember my little brother Frank, who was about 7 years old, struggling with the knitting needles.