June 7th, 2006


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Last night I was re-reading The Glass Lake, by Maeve Binchy, and I noticed this:

     Like those fishermen over in the West of Ireland who went out in frail boats to fish in the roaring Atlantic, and they all wore different kinds of jumpers so they would know whose family it was when a body was found. Each family had its own stitch. Complicated and perverse, Dr. Kelly thought. Why hadn't they taught the young fishermen to swim?

Yeah, um... suddenly I have absolutely no interest left in knitting Aran sweaters. Just, ick.

I don't actually know if it's true or not; I thought I'd make a fuss on LJ before I bother looking anything up on Google.


I love Maeve Binchy. I remember that quote. I had the same initial reaction, but I doubt that that was the only, or even the main reason. I always imagined that they were knit with so much love, and so many prayers that the wearers would return safely. I doubt the knitters were sitting there thinking, "well, at least when he dies I'll recognize him!"