As others have said, I was taught to knot at school. We were 7, and Friday afternoon was for 'craft', or possibly a time for teachers to decide what to do. Miss Green had a class of 30 children, and decided to teach us all to knit. How she did it I don't know, but as an adult I can see the enormity of her task
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Our knitting was put away at the end of the class, and not returned to until the following Friday, so what progress we'd made is likely to have been forgotten, but by the end of term all the girls had wonky pixie hoods - a folded rectangle with a long thin strap sewn underneath and tied at the chin - and the boys 'pot holders' (not pouches for their recreational substances, but things to slide onto pan handles if they were hot). What I remember most is the long queue at Miss Green's table while she patiently picked up dropped stitches, made encouraging noises and helped numpties like me who couldn't work out how to turn the needles to knit back again.
My mum has never enjoyed knitting, so if not for Miss Green I wouldn't have a cupboard full of sweaters and another full of various yarns. I don't know if she is still with us, or if Miss Green ever realised what she was starting on that Friday afternoon in 1966
. If she's still here she will be getting on, but I raise my needles to her - respect!