I started learning to crochet when I was
14 years old. My sister-in-law was teaching me. At the time we lived at 413 Hart Street in Brooklyn, New York
The best years of my growing up days were lived in this area. Here I went to Whitelaw Reid Junior High School. and to
Bushwick High School.
One day I was doing a crochet. It
was summer so I decided to go sit in our small porch. I took a beach chair with my left hand and in my right I had the
crochet hook and my crochet. The moment I went through the door I accidently bumped the chair against the door
and the crochet hook penetrated between my index and middle fingers. I started screaming and my sister-in-law came to
my rescue. Since she had mentioned to me previously that these hooks were dangerous because if they went into the skin,
upon taking it out it would rip the inside of my skin. So I wouldn't let her touch it. Then she said that she
only wanted to look at it. When I showed her my hand she immediately grabbed the hook and pulled it out with one swift
movement. Then I really started screaming my head off. I think the whole street heard my screams. It was
unfair of her to fool me like that, but I suppose it was the only way to get the hook out. because I wasn't planning
to let her.
Of course that was the end of my learning
crocheting days. I wouldn't go near a crochet hook any more. But I picked it up again when I was around
30 years old. Hooks are so different now. I think the old fashion ones were more dangerous.
I finally discovered that crocheting is
a fun, rewarding and relaxing art. So here are some of the articles I have crocheted.
