For some reason, I always thought they’d originally come from Norfolk way but my Mum thought it was somewhere else. No matter. After the war, Mr and Mrs Freer landed up at number 2 of a terrace of four little two-up-two-down cottages on the bank of the river with fields of cows in the water meadows on the opposite bank, the woods behind and the church and the castle framing the distance to the north. Each of the cottages had a green front door, which no one ever used, opening straight onto the lane and a set of ten steps leading down from its back door into the gardens, where each cottage had a very productive and well tended vegetable plot. My great granny and grandad (who died before I was born) lived at number 1 with their ten children. (Great granny and grandad slept in the front bedroom. The five girls slept in the back bedroom and the five boys slept in the attic, in case you were wondering, but I never did fathom how exactly they all fitted in).
Around about the time my parents decided to get married, great granny, who was starting to get quite frail, decided to go to live with one of her daughters so my parents took over the rent of cottage number 1 and that was how it came to be that I was born next door to the Freers, who were retired by then. Back in those pre-wall-to-wall-tv days, we children were sent out every day to play in the garden and, weather permitting, rarely went into the house between breakfast and bedtime except for meals. Mr Freer, it seemed, was also sent out. Once a week he and Mrs Freer would cycle away across the meadows to the town to get their shopping on a shiny black tandem and four times a day Mrs Freer would call him in – first for elevenses, then lunch, then afternoon tea and finally supper – but apart from that he was always to be found digging in the garden or fixing something in his shed. And we were often to be found chatting away to him, showing him our treasures of shells (from the time when our garden was under the sea) and broken china (from the days before they has dustmen) that we’d unearthed in our frequent occupation of trying to dig to Australia.
Mrs Freer’s life was more of a mystery. She mostly stayed in her house ‘doing her work’, on rainy days we had to be extra quiet after lunch because she was having her nap and she crocheted. Our house was a hive of washing, cooking, cleaning, tailoring, knitting, car fixing, wood and metal working and later extension building. But our house knew no crochet. But Mrs Freer made wonderful hooked creations the most incredible of all being crocheted lace doilies. We almost never went into the Freer’s house. Once a year at Christmas we dropped in for a drink and if one of us was ill we might stay there just whilst my mother took the others of us to school. We were also under instruction from my mother not to disturb her so I can’t remember how it possibly came about – perhaps in the garden on a Summer’s afternoon? – but one day, when I was five or six, Mrs Freer showed me how to crochet. She gave me a hook and some orange wool and showed me how to make a chain, how to double crochet and how to treble. She might have shown me how to increase and decrease or I might have seen that in a book at some later stage. And I went home and made a shape, which IMHO bore more than a passing resemblance to a square.
And when my mother wasn’t looking, I quietly climbed the Freer’s back steps and nervously knocked on the door and said “Mrs Freer! I have made something!” And she put on her glasses and examined it for a long time and she said that it looked like some of the things they’d dug up in the garden when they’d moved in and she said that it was very good for a first try and I’d learn by and by. And, although I was always meaning to, I never crocheted any thing again. I’ve crocheted odd borders on knitting and started things and frogged them but I’ve never actually started and finished a crocheted object which, in a funny kind of way makes this rainbow blanket my greatest blogged about accomplishment.
So, Mrs Freer, if you’re up there somewhere looking down on us all, I just want you to know that, at last, I have made something and I am learning by and by xxx
This blanket measures approx 75″ x 70″ or approx 190cm x 178cm
For this blanket I used Drops Paris, purchased from Wool Warehouse in the following colours (going from the top down in the photo above):
09 strong blue
Drops Paris is 100% cotton and can be Machine washed at 60°C. It’s an aran weight yarn and I used the recommended 5mm hook but in future I would try a 4.5mm as the overall tension seemed loose to me (though that might just have been me!) It seems very economical at £1.79 for 50g, and it probably is for a natural fibre, but it’s only 75m long and it disappears surprisingly fast. It is unmerchandised, which I think can look a bit stringy but for some projects I think it’s washability would outweigh that.
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31 thoughts on “Wool on Sundays – 9 (Mrs Freer! I have made something!)”
I totally love your Ripple.
Oh I am sure mrs F is absolutely delighted with it, and how she got you started!!!! It's gorgeous, well done
Issabella The Cat
Love your ripple! I really want to make another, even have the yarn put to one side I just can't seem to get started. I really enjoyed reading how you got your first taste of crochet and I am sure Mrs Freer would be over the moon seeing your blanket today :D
who needs the sun with a rainbow like that? I love the anecdotes about your childhood too
What a fabulous story :) and what a beautiful blanket! I have a ripple going right now using rainbow yarn… I really should work on it more. It's going to be so awesome when it's finished! I think I have been working on it intermittently for a year or so now, though. I just keep putting it away and forgetting about it -.- Maybe this will inspire me to push through it! :)
And a lovely ” something” it is!! Great story too, Janine. Well done!
It's beautiful and I loved your story too! The colors are so vibrant.
You are not only a crocheter but you are a writer, too! What a wonderful story! Beautiful, beautiful ripple. Mrs. Freer would be pleased!
What a fabulous post! I loved reading this. Beautiful crochet
Of wow what an amazing blanket! And a great story too
What a great story and a very cool blanket. You were worried, but it turned out as good as I expected.
I think I learnt to crochet the same way I learnt to sew and quilt – off of the internet.
My sewing machine is out of action at the moment, so I am currently crocheting. I am making a lap sized blanket in basket weave stitch. It's not looking that pretty at the moment, but I hope it looks OK by the time I have finished, because it is meant to be a gift.
wow what a beautiful rainbow creation with a story behind!
Janine, thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful story! Your ripple looks lovely and Mrs. Freer would be very pleased :)
Attic24 is fab i used the very same tute i used a varigated yarn and as you say it is the best tute your blanket is beautiful !!thanks for sharing such a wonderful story
Love your story and Mrs Freer would be pleased and love how you can see the colours and pattern with it hung up on the line. :)
That is a wonderful story. I'm sure Mrs. Freer, who was obviously a kindred spirit, would be thrilled at your accomplishment.
Beautiful….what a lovely and colorful blanket!
beautiful! Just lovely.
Susan at TheBoredZombie.com
I love that story! Sounds like a pretty great time and fun neighbors to have. I'm so glad you giving it go, that blanket is fantastic. I'm sure it would pass the muster this time as it would never be buried in a garden!
That looks so pretty! Beautiful rainbow!
S T U N N I N G! Well done you, it is really gorgeous, bright, colourful, wavy and just brilliant. I'm sure Mrs Freer would be very proud of you.
The way you described the houses was the sort of house I grew up in, with the veggies in the garden, some chickens for a while and never being indoors – I was always over the conker field over the back or in the dis-used shoe factory at the bottom of the garden, which was strictly off limits, but hey ho!
So pretty, I love these blankets..one day I might make one….one day!!
A wonderful story, beautifully written!
What a wonderful story! Your blanket is so pretty. The rainbow colors are fantastic. Congratulations it is a beautiful finish.
wow, that is gorgeous! I can't believe that's your first crochet blanket!
Archie the wonder dog
I love it!!
Nat at Made in Home
Love the story, love the blanket!
I love your blanket, too! and your memories.
I love it! I've learnt to crochet but like you, have never really finished anything. The price of wool is so exorbitant here and our 'cool season' so short that I really shouldn't bother. I mustn't let you inspire / corrupt me! Just love the colours in yours. Am curious as to how the zigzag happens
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I love this story and it’s a wonderful tribute to your childhood neighbour. I had an elderly neighbour in my childhood, who patiently allowed me to tag along after her as she fed her hens, worked in the garden and also when she made delicious cakes. She showed me how to sew by hand too.
Your ripple blanket is just gorgeous and I must check out that yarn too! 😀