I come form a Nordic people. My great great great grandfather Anders Otteson came across a the ocean from Sweden over 100 years a go. He came, believe it or not in search of religious freedom (as he did not wish to be Lutheren). When he came over or when his wife came over (details are not clear) they brought a wooden spinning wheel to spin their wool. This spinning wheel is still in the family.
My mother put it in the balcony of their new house, but had no conception of how to string it. So it looked rather pitiful. My grandmother came for Christmas and made a valiant attempt at stringing the wheel so that it looked at least plausible, but in her admittance was in no way close to an accurate configuration as she had never operated the wheel and didn't know of anyone who would have. We all had a good laugh at this whole endeavor. Here is a picture of the wheel in said configuration. 
The next morning we awoke to this sign (pictured below) attached to the wheel. No one fessed up to creating the sign.
Oh, the Anderson Christmas is such a colorful event
No comments:
Post a Comment