My Grandpa Fritshaw knit. Grandma got him started to give him something to do in the winter. He mostly knit mitts and socks. If you are a Fritshaw, you have at one time proudly worn an item that Grandpa knit.
I loved when people used to ask me, "Where did you get your mitts?" I reveled in telling them my grandpa made them and seeing the look on their face when I did it. In fact, most of the time people would think I said my grandma made them. And it would take a few, slowly enunciated words to get them back on track.
Yesterday was one of those special occasions. Those socks represent comfort and love. And you can never have enough of that.