This Week's theme for the Saturday PhotoHunt is Wooden. I love wood. I love good wooden furniture. I love the smell of newly worked wood. I love wooden ornaments, wooden bowls, wooden toys, even wooden jewellery. Choosing from everything was hard. I finally decided to go with this.
My spinning-wheel.
There is - naturally! - a story behind this. I am Welsh. I was born near the end of the Second World War. My father was a meteorologist with the Royal Air Force and stationed in England, and my mother was with him. So almost by accident I was born in England.
When I was old enough to go to school I was told I talked "funny" (Welsh accent picked up from my parents.)
Fast-forward a bit, and we were back in Wales with my grandfather. In school I talked with a "twang".
It's possible that the above left me with a desire to be recognised as Welsh. I know I was interested in Welsh history and culture. There was a decorative brass plate on the wall featuring a lady in Welsh costume standing by a spinning wheel. I wanted one, and I wanted to spin.
Fast-forward quite a long way. 1990 saw us, as a family, living on an Irish island. We rented our cottage from a local man. His wife was from Wales - and she was a spinster.
Brief digression - spinster now means an unmarried woman. It used to mean the eldest daughter of the house who had the duty of spinning the yarn for the clothing - she was the spinster until she married and went to her husband's home.
Anyhow, this lady could spin, and she taught me.
Yes, the Welsh woman had to come to Ireland to learn spinning from another Welsh woman. Life can be strange.
This spinning-wheel is of Irish design. The main difference between this and the Welsh design is the footman which joins the crank to the treadle. This is is made of cord. In the Welsh wheel this is a wooden rod, which makes for slightly easier use.
You can see the cord footman here (click to enlarge!) although the photo's fuzzy again I'm afraid.
Well that's my wooden post . If you fancy joining in the PhotoHunt fun, visit tnchick who started it all.
Fast-forward a bit, and we were back in Wales with my grandfather. In school I talked with a "twang".
It's possible that the above left me with a desire to be recognised as Welsh. I know I was interested in Welsh history and culture. There was a decorative brass plate on the wall featuring a lady in Welsh costume standing by a spinning wheel. I wanted one, and I wanted to spin.
Fast-forward quite a long way. 1990 saw us, as a family, living on an Irish island. We rented our cottage from a local man. His wife was from Wales - and she was a spinster.
Brief digression - spinster now means an unmarried woman. It used to mean the eldest daughter of the house who had the duty of spinning the yarn for the clothing - she was the spinster until she married and went to her husband's home.
Anyhow, this lady could spin, and she taught me.
Yes, the Welsh woman had to come to Ireland to learn spinning from another Welsh woman. Life can be strange.
This spinning-wheel is of Irish design. The main difference between this and the Welsh design is the footman which joins the crank to the treadle. This is is made of cord. In the Welsh wheel this is a wooden rod, which makes for slightly easier use.
You can see the cord footman here (click to enlarge!) although the photo's fuzzy again I'm afraid.Well that's my wooden post . If you fancy joining in the PhotoHunt fun, visit tnchick who started it all.
HAPPY HUNTING!
