I forgot to show you the other ball of yarn I bought on Friday.
This will be another pair of fingerless gloves. The final library craft sale until next summer will be next Saturday. I will have eight more pairs to sell (FO pictures later this week), then I can go back to knitting other things.
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One of the original Duncan Yo-Yo factories was in the next little town north of us. One night last week their historical society showed a movie about the factory, and Smokey and I went to see it. He has always been charmed by the fact that we live sort-of near the site of the Duncan Yo-Yo factory.
What we saw was not the movie you see above.
What we saw had been filmed by an amateur back in 1948 -- 1950. Silent, black & white, hand-held, unedited. Grainy, jumpy, occasionally unfocused. It was a fascinating 20-minute film that lasted an hour. Maybe it is our shorter attention spans now in the 21st century, but the film really could have used some editing when it was converted from 8mm to DVD.
Much of the film was devoted to building the original factory, and, two years later, adding on to it.
Construction techniques have really changed since the late 1940s.
The film followed the construction process right from the beginning: cutting down a tree for lumber.
Logs were cut into boards and planed onsite.
The factory was a one-story building of cinder blocks laid by hand. (Everything that passes for a factory nowadays around here is a metal building, aka a pole barn.)
When it was time to seal the flat roof, the tar went up one five-gallon bucket at a time, raised on a rope via a pulley.
When it was time to pour the concrete floor, the concrete got there by wheelbarrows.
Wheelbarrows of concrete were raised to the roof (no, I don't know exactly why there was concrete on the roof) on a platform jerry-rigged onto a front-end loader on a farm tractor. A workman had to ride along with it to hold the barrow in place because it was such a bumpy, jerky ride up to the roof.
Later on, a forklift was used to raise the platform. This ride was much, much smoother.
The workmen all looked like local farmers in their bib overalls and caps.
No one ever wore a hard hat.
None of the machines in the factory had any sort of guards over the spinning belts or whirling blades, nor did anyone ever wear any sort of breathing mask even when spray-painting.
No information in the film about the number of fingers/hands/arms/other limbs lost per workday. Nothing about respiratory ailments or lung cancer later in life, either.
Cigarette smoking was common, even when there were piles of sawdust everywhere.
All the cutting, planing, lathing, and spray-painting was done by men.
Assembly, attaching the string, and packing was done by women.
There were two yo-yo tricksters in the film showing their stuff.
People in the audience, many of whose parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and/or older siblings had worked in the factory, kept mentioning that one of the tricksters must be Tom Andersen.
Apparently Mr. Andersen was well-known locally for his yo-yo expertise.
In spite of my snarkiness above and the fact that the grainy, jumpy film gave me a headache that verged on nausea by the 45-minute mark, I did enjoy seeing this bit of local history. Many thanks to the historical society for preserving and sharing it.
Picked up a friend for lunch. She asked if I was up for A Drive, which of course I was, so we went to a fabulous Thai restaurant in White Bear Lake, MN, 53.5 miles from my house. Then we went across the street to a yarn shop where I indulged in a little retail therapy (above) . As soon as I find my camera (damn! I hate losing things in my house and it happens all the time) I will share my indulgences in their true colors, which are not exactly as pictured above, and their intended uses.
* This is not unusual when one lives in the sticks.
The Bloggess did a post about what she found when she did the name meme -- google your own first name with "meme" after it. Since I kinda wanted to keep posting regularly and I needed something to blog about, I thought I would try it and report the results.
Because I know y'all really, really want to know.
It turns out that by far the most common image for this meme is Capt. Kathryn Janeway of Star Trek: Voyager. I approve of that.
This week Carole wants us to talk about ten stores we like, specifically, physical stores rather than cyber ones. Sorry, Amazon and Zappos, you are not invited to this party.
My Ten Favorite Brick And Mortar Stores.
Kowalski's -- a local chain of upscale grocery stores in the Twin Cities. There was a Kowalski's just a few blocks from our Minneapolis house; sadly, it didn't open until after we had moved to Wisconsin. Our Kowalski's.
Many is the night I have fed myself from their deli counter after a long day at work.
Target -- only in comparison to the single big box economy store within easy driving distance here on the frozen tundra: Wal*Mart, aka The Evil Retailer. Target at least is based in Minneapolis and carries a somewhat better class of merchandise.
Cub Foods -- a grocery chain based in Minnesota. Big stores, good selection, great produce. The closest one is ~50 miles away, but it is near the clinic where Smokey and I have our ortho work done, plus it is on the way to Minneapolis. I tend to make a stop there when I am passing through. Plus, it is open 24/7, something that was important when I was working 14-hour days.
Any bookstore -- Barnes & Noble, Half-Price Books, any indie bookstore. What is more pleasurable than browsing in a bookstore, particularly one that has comfy chairs where you can peruse a written work?
Any LYS -- duh. Although I get annoyed with a LYS that doesn't organize itself properly (Needlework Unlimited and Steven B's, I'm looking at you.) If you are going to have knitted swatches or garments on display, FFS have them fully labeled and hanging next to the yarn in the swatch/garment.