"Brita was the oldest one of us six kids. She was the perfect one to be the
One time, we were out riding
bicycles, and Brita and Folke i Sör crashed in the corner of the house there.
Brita was always such an orderly kid. She never really got dirty and always
washed her hands if they got any dirt on them at all. Well, she got so mad at
this crash because she hit the ground on her hands and knees. She hollered at
him, “It’s your fault! Don’t you know that you’re supposed to ring your bell
when you come to corners!” The rest of us sort of chuckled because we didn’t
remember Brita ringing her bell either.
When we got older, Brita was the
only one who gave me any kind of instruction in how I developed as a woman. My
mother never mentioned a word. There was no such thing as buying sanitary napkins
in the store. They used to have homemade ones. One time when they had one of
the big washings
that I’ve talked about before, Mama and Midi were upstairs
working the big mangle. They would fold the sheets and tablecloths in such a
way and run them through that mangle. One would stick it in one side and one
would ease it out the other side, while kids turned the crank and made it go.
One time I was doing the turning, and I asked about the sanitary napkins: “What
is that?” Mama and Midi looked at each other and smiled a bit and Mama said,
“You’re not old enough yet to need them. You’ll know when the time comes.” When
I asked Brita later, she told me I wouldn’t need them until I was really a
woman, and I thought I was still a kid, so then I didn’t worry about it. Later
when it did come, Brita explained to me what to do and how I needed to take
care of it.
This is one type of mangle. They were used
to squeeze water out of freshly washed
clothes before the clothes were hung up
to dry. This helped the dry faster :)
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Moster Brita cross-stitched these little
people who dance along the front
of one set of shelves in my kitchen :)
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Brita was always really good at
handicrafts. She did a lot of cross-stitch. She made some beautiful tablecloths
with cross-stitch around the edges and all kinds of other things too. She taught
me a lot about how to keep your thread taut and your stitches even. She could
knit beautifully too. You who know how
much I have knitted in my life now might find it funny to hear that at one
time, I failed at knitting in school. Girls did those kinds of things in school
then. I was supposed to knit a sock. You use four needles and you knit with the
fifth around in circles and I had the worst time with the heel. I knit it, and
my teacher ripped it out. I knit it again, and the teacher ripped it out again.
My stitches were too uneven and ugly. I don’t remember for sure now how many
times this went on, but one day, I went to Mama, and I cried. Well, Mama
thought that had been enough. She took the knitting and handed it to Brita and
told her to do it for me. When I showed it to the teacher the next day, she
said, “You didn’t do this.” I said, “No Brita did it because Mama told her to.”
The teacher let it go then. I think she might have been a little scared of
Mama. I was sure
grateful to Brita for
that heel.
One other thing, Brita took me to
the first movie I ever saw. I think I was 16 years old the first time I was
allowed to go with Brita and Sara to see Snövit
och de Sju Dvärgarna! (Snow White and
the Seven Dwarves.)"
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