Thursday, April 9, 2015

In search of my Grandmother's Yarn

Well...as I've said before, some of my forebears came from Langeland, in Denmark. And as a shawl knitter, I must wonder what breed of sheep my grandmothers shawls were knit from?  

The answer is still a research project, however...I did actually find a local yarn store in Rudkobing which made me quite happy...LundGarn




Part of the reason for happiness is that I discovered that one of the few spinneries left in Denmark is close to Langeland in Svendborg, just over the bridge. It's Hjelholts.   Hjelholts sources it's Gotland wool from Denmark and Sweden. It is blended with some merino from the Falklands. The wool is three shades of gray and colors are dyed over either very light, medium or dark gray, depending on the color to be dyed. Of course they give tours and of course, I missed visiting. The spinnery is on the list for the next trip! I saw their yarn in shops throughout Denmark. 


This is their Farvestkiftegarn, color changing yarn, purchased at Lundgarn, all single ply fingering weight




Here is a skein of their color changing yarn with a coordinating solid. 




These two are double plied fingering weight, purchased elsewhere in Denmark, I think the orange was from a shop in Roskilde





And here I am at the marina-hotel in Rudkobing,  our favorite accommodation. I am perhaps contemplating my next project...and whether Grandma's shawl was knit from Gotland





Here are a few sheep in Troenekoer near the church, couldn't get close enough to see if they were Gotland...






A shot of the bakery in Troenekoer, I believe. We got some awesome treats there....





And here are some views from Langeland








And here are Icelandic poppies blooming in my yard yesterday









Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Adventures in Spinning Cat and Dog Fur

CAT FUR SPINNING

I do not own dogs, I have two cats.  I used to have  a white Persian, I was the poor thing's third owner. His name was Gable, perhaps an earlier owner named him after Clark.  He was rather neurotic and was a former Bronx resident.  I recall that he had lived through a fire in the Bronx. (I used to live in the north Bronx so I felt a bit bonded with Gable on that part...). The person that I got him from had a child with allergies and needed to pass him on to a third home.  Here is a portrait that my son R did when Gable was with us. The downturned mouth/jaw kind of says it all!!




But he was very sweet and declawed. I saved his fur and spun some yarn, using a puni rolags (this is not the time or place to define puni rolags, sometime I'll go there...), I spun it then  I double plied it. 




Gable is gone now, for several years, and I'm still not sure what to do with this bit of yarn, which is very soft.  Perhaps knit a star to represent Gable's star in the firmament. He had a hard life and I hope that he was happy with us!

(My current cats are  Domestic American Shorthairs and their fur is fairly useless on the spinning front, however they are great pets. Both are female and there is only the occasional territorial fight.)


DOG FUR SPINNING

A friend of mine from work acquired a Landseer (kind of like a Newfoundland but not quite) named "Mariska" a couple of years ago. 

Here is Mariska, lookit that tail wagging...she KNOWS her photo is being taken!




Knowing that Mariska's fur had a relatively long staple (fiber speak for length), I jumped at the chance to spin it up. Jim has been diligent about bringing me bags of fur.  It is at about 7 wpi and pretty makes a bulky yarn.  I roughly separated the darker from the lighter fibers and spun them separately.  Here's the darker yarn





I had an inspired idea...knit a dog from dog fur. I found a pattern, amazingly enough, for a Newfoundland dog. Shaped quite like a Landseer. After some spinning had happened I realized that the pattern was crocheted, not knit.   I mentioned this to Jim who enthusiastically said "oh but my Mom crochets!"  

Here is the pattern,  results to follow...







Thursday, February 19, 2015

Nuno One

Janice and I went to SAFF...the Southeastern Animal Fiber Festival in Asheville last October.  Had a grand time!

I did a class on nuno felting...I will confess that I didn't really understand nuno when I signed up. However, I certainly did by the end of the class!  Essentially, nuno is a process by which fibers, usually wool, are manually worked in to a somewhat open weave fabric, often silk.

My friend Margo  is an incredible fiber artist and I probably learned just the word "nuno" from meeting Margo two years ago.

So, the class...felting, as I had suspected, is a significant calorie burner.

I had chosen a greenish colored silk scarf as my base, which was placed on a long piece of plastic pool covering. I had chosen  green and blue merino fibers and some white silk accents to "mesh" into the silk.  The merino fibers were lightly layered or "shingled" on  the silk scarf.






A mesh covering was place over the scarf and the soapy rubbing began. We rubbed about 18 inches of scarf at a time, After the wool fibers appeared on the other side of the silk, the next 18 inches was rubbed. Once all done, the scarf was rolled up and tied and the rolling began. Not sure how many rolls...maybe 800. 

Here is the result wet





And dry


Happy!






Friday, January 30, 2015

Denmark Part Seven... Langeland and some tips on how to trace one's Danish ancestors


After Skagen we had a long drive to Langeland with a brief stop in Aalborg for coffee. I had hoped to meet a fellow blogger in Aalborg but it didn't happen. It's a fast-paced university town and probably worth another visit.

So here's the story about Langeland and why we went there:




Family lore told us that my Mom 's Grandmother's parents had emigrated from Langeland. Langeland is translated at “long island” and is part of Funen  or Fyn. Langeland is it’s own municipality. 


We had planned to do some genealogy sleuthing while there. We found the Archives in Rudkobing, thanks to a tip from a waitress on our first night there!  Here is the website in case you too have ancestors from Langeland:  http://byarkivet.langelandkommune.dk. Only the contact page is in English, unfortunately.  (If your ancestors are from another municipality in Denmark, there probably is an archive there). 

Here's Mom/Nancy on the steps of the Archives in Rudkobing. 






 We walked in and met Else Wolsgård, the director. Apparently Else is PAID by the Danish government to manage the Archives and assist people in genealogy research(imagine that in the US!) Here are Nancy and Else chatting over a cup of coffee. Apparently Nancy chose the correct top and glasses that day!  Too cute!




The archives were most impressive with records dating back over 100 years







I had put together a tree on Ancestry.com based on   a print tree that Nancy had previously documented. 

Our family name (Nancy's Great Grandparents) is  “Rasmussen” and I suspected that is was originally a  patronymic, meaning that at some point there was a “Rasmus” in our line  and his son, “Rasmussen” decided to keep that as a permanent surname for his children.  Here is an article on patronyms in Scandinavia from Wikipedia:


Else allowed me to use their computer and access my ancestry.com record and I printed out more on these individuals, mostly US censuses which she said might help her to trace some individuals.  This would be a task as there are 15 parishes on Langeland and one needed to know the parish for a definite identification, and of course there are many many Rasmussens.

Else noted that Americans tended to come to Denmark in search of  an ancestor’s grave. She usually cannot do this as there were no remaining graves. If someone died in Denmark 100 years ago, the grave was rented for 20 years. If no one paid the rent, the grave was reused. I asked whether remains were dug up (!). She said that bodies disintegrate within the course of 20 years and that occasionally  a piece of wood from a casket might be found. There was not enough room for all the graves.

Farming and fishing were the usual trades for the working class in Langeland and likely most of Denmark. Regarding immigration, Else noted that ¼ of Langeland’s population immigrated in the 19th century. By the 19th century, people tended to be healthier therefore more children survived. (That was a surprise to me...). Traditionally the oldest son inherited the family farm or estate (through primogeniture).  As the population grew and land became less available,   younger sons were forced to look elsewhere for a place to own land in order to not become “landless," often opting for immigration to another country.

In my reading, I also discovered this: In 1862, America’s Homestead Act made land available to immigrants, increasing the impetus to emigrate.  Of note, in 1864 Denmark lost about ¼ of it’s territory when Slesvig-Holsten was lost to Germany. While this territory is adjacent to Jutland and not Funen, the repression of Danish culture and mandatory German military service to the former Danes in nearby Jutland likely made immigration even more tempting in the general culture.  An important note here: part of family history is that Jochum, my Great Great Grandfather,  emigrated because of mandatory military service. Of course he did not live in Slesvig-Holsten and I am not of this writing able to find references to mandatory military service for Danes in other areas at the time.

We suspect that Jochum and Marian, his wife,  emigrated around 1861. Individuals who were emigrating would go to Esbjerg harbor, according to Else,  and take a ship to Liverpool where ships would embark to America. This is consistent with our oral family history that Jochum and Marian went to England before coming to New York. 

 "Rasmussen" was obviously chosen to be the permanent surname once the family emigrated.  Here again is the painting that I viewed at the Aarhus Kunstmuseum (art museum), by Edvard Peterson from 1890 "Emigrants at Larsens Plads." 




While painted 30 years after my family emigrated, this work describes in part the emotional challenges that my Great Great Grandparents suffered.

While we know that Jochum and his family stayed in the New York area, the majority of Danes moved onward to the midwest especially after 1862 to take advantage of the Homestead Act. 

Our encounter with Else proved to be most fruitful. As the Lutheran Church documented the comings and goings, weddings, funeral, and births, she was able to successfully corroborate our family in Denmark and their antecedents for two generations before my Great Grandparents.

Here's a photo of Mom on the balcony of our waterfront rental in Langeland with a photo (from our US family archives) of Marian and a son, a brother to her Great Grandfather.  Marian and another son, were buried in Connecticut, a fact that we did not know before this!



Saturday, January 17, 2015

St. Distaff's Day

Ok so I have a new favorite holiday which was last week, January 7th.  How did I not know about this before?  I mean, really?  I have a distaff on my vintage spinning wheel, (not yet functional) but I think that St. Distaff's Day dates from pre spinning wheel days.  For those of you who do not know, a distaff is a longish tool on which to wind yet unspun fiber. Here's my antique wheel with distaff:





However a distaff can also be used to hold fiber for use of a hand spindle.







St. Distaff was not really a saint...although if you consider being done with the holidays and getting ready to start spinning again a cause for Saint's Day celebration, then St. Distaff is a saint for you.  For me, spinning is not about work but rather fun and creativity, so it is a cause for celebration for me. 


Robert Herrick wrote a poem about St. Distaff's Day


St. Distaff's Day; Or, the Morrow after Twelfth-day


Partly work and partly play
You must on St. Distaffs Day:
From the plough soon free your team;
Then cane home and fother them:
If the maids a-spinning go,
Burn the flax and fire the tow.
Bring in pails of water then,
Let the maids bewash the men.
Give St. Distaff all the right:
Then bid Christmas sport good night,
And next morrow every one
To his own vocation


Interpretation courtesy of the book of days:


As the first free day after the twelve by which Christmas was formerly celebrated, the 7thof January was a notable one among our ancestors. They jocularly called it St. Distaff's Dag, or Rock Dag, because by women the rock or distaff was then resumed, or proposed to be so. The duty seems to have been considered a dubious one, and when it was complied with, the ploughmen, who on their part scarcely felt called upon on this day to resume work, made it their sport to set the flax a-burning; in requital of which prank, the maids soused the men from the water-pails


So, off I go to my new wheel functional Ashford wheel sans distaff.


In other findings, here's a great video about Spanish farmers still using old droving roads...this one just happens to be in the middle of one of my favorite cities, Madrid



Friday, January 2, 2015

Skagen Part Three

I want to share more photos of Skagen

Here is the outside and one view of the quaint and adorable home of Holger Drachmann. The delicate and sweet furnishings contrast to Drachmann's large personage






Here he is painted by P.S. Kroyer




Ruth's Hotel where we will stay on our next trip when we are wealthier...




At the back of the Skagen Art Museum




St. Lawrence's Church was built in the 14th century.  (Denmark adopted Catholicism in the 9th century. In the 16th century King Christian III personally knew and read the works of German theologian Martin Luther. Luther  felt that one's relationship with God should not be tainted by corrupt rituals in the church including the sale of indulgences. Christian III routed Catholic factions in the country and Lutheranism became the state religion).  The church has been  buried by sand over the centuries but you can still go in and climb to  tower. 








At the north of Denmark, the Kattegat and the Skagerrak meet, their waters going in opposing directions at Grenen ("branch") , making for a dramatic place for photos. As the Skagen painters knew, the light was marvelous for images whether photographic (ours) or painted (theirs). We took a big bus that could go over the sand to get to the tip of the branch. We were there at "L'Heure Bleu" when the appearance of the water and the atmosphere blend as in the painting of Drachmann above