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while she Was doing a couple ror the officer out of fine wool and silk mixed. I used to knit pulse warmers, and “ha]i.-handers“, :t bet you ‘ t know what they was. Yes, that ‚ a right ; gloves without any fingers, ‘cepting a thumb and it didn‘t have any end. I could even. knit on four needles when t was little. We used to make our needles out of bones, wire, smooth, straight sticks, — anything that would slip the yarn. Well, l.t me get back to this spread. In a few minutes it all came back, I began knitting wash— rags. Got faster and. faster. Didn‘t need to look at the stitches. The girls are so scared something will happen to me ‚ they won ‚ t let

~	me do aiiy work. Now I had fou~nd something I could do. When they saw how fast E work, they say: SMother, why don‘t you make so~~ thing worth while? Thy make so many waahrags?“ So I started the bedspread. I ~ess it took me six months, at odd t~n~s. I got it done in time to take to Ft. North to the big exhibit of the National Federation of Colored Womens‘ Clubs. My daughter was the national pre sident that year. Lt ‘ 13. believe it ‚ this spread took first prize. Look, here‘s the blue ribbon pinned on yet. What they thought was so wonderful was that I knit every stitch of it without glasses. But that is not so funny, because I have never worn glassès in my life. I guess that is some more of my Indian blood telling.

	Sometimes I have to laugh at sara of these young people. I call them young because I knew them when they were babies. But they are already all broken down old men and women. I still feel young inside. I feel that I have had a good life.