31 January 2026
Our
street is very long – a mile at least. Apparently, when someone is recruited to
work as a postman in the local area, they are automatically told to deliver the
mail in our very long street. It’s like a rite of passage. Everyone has to do
it.
It
means that we get to know quite a number of the postmen and, at least, one
postwoman. A lot of people like to know their ‘postie’ by name and we do too.
One of our friends, told us about theirs. One day, he asked her if she knitted.
She hesitated for she hadn’t been knitting for a while. ‘Yes.’ she said
shakily.
The
next time postie visited, he had a big black bag full of wool. It came from a
shop clearance. Our friend was astonished. What was she going to do with it?
She began by knitting a knee warmer. Postie gave it to a relative who took it
to a nursing home and gave it to a resident.
On a
subsequent visit, he brought a photograph of the resident with the knitted
blanket over her knees and news that she loved it! A neighbour was knitting
blankets for the maternity unit – a hundred stitches over a hundred rows. Our
friend passed on some wool.
She
decided to knit gloves for her friends as Christmas presents and one who was a
gardener got fingerless mittens. And so it went on …. This big bag of wool
began to weave its way around the community to the benefit of knitters,
premature babies, older people in nursing homes, a gardener, friends etc.
It
all started with the postie or was it our friend who had a well-established relationship with the postie, knew her neighbours, reached out
to others, had the imagination to see how sharing a bag of wool can knit the
world together and create something new like the house that Jack built!
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