For someone who has no interest whatsoever in actually learning how to knit, Cuzzin Tom has certainly immersed himself in the history and the culture of knitting, especially as it relates to MongoLEEans. For example, he recently sent me this excerpt from The Desert Road to Turkestan, written by Owen Lattimore, and published in 1929. I tease, I tease, Cuzz, but, really, this was good stuff!
“The idle weeks of the ‘herding camp,’ as it is called, are the best for the men as well as the camels. The men are given leave in turn to go to their homes, and even in camp extra men are taken on to help with the herding, and the regular men do only one day’s herding and one night on watch, followed by five to seven days “easy.” During this time they are busy with the curious pastime of knitting. The trade in camels’ wool or hair, as it is indifferently called, is new, and has been developed entirely by the encouragement of foreign merchants. Younghusband, in 1887, observed that the trade was just beginning. A picul of camel hair was then worth about taels 5.00 in Tientsin. It is now worth as much as taels 70.00 for a picul of 133 pounds. Before the foreign demand, the hair shed by camels used to be left to blow about the desert, sometimes rolling into huge balls. A camel sheds on the average about six pounds of hair, with another pound and a half or two pounds of coarser, less valuable hair from the mane and the bunches of hair above the knees, on the forelegs.
“Knitting is a newer thing still. The caravan men say that they learned it from the White Russian soldiers deported from Chinese Turkestan. Some hundreds of these men were sent down to the coast, divided into small parties traveling with different caravans, and their way of knitting and crocheting socks was eagerly learned by the camel men. All of the hair from the camel herd belongs, of course, prescriptively to the owner, but in fact he loses a great deal of this because it has become a perquisite of the men to use as much as they like for making socks for themselves. They never steal the hair to sell in town, but they do make a lot of extra things on the quiet, which they sell. Long scarves knitted or crocheted by camel men were all the fashion among the richer Chinese at Kuei-hua when I was there. When we first started, many of the camels had not finished shedding, and it was an amazing thing to see men knitting on the march; if they ran out of yarn they would reach back to the camel of the file they were leading, pluck a handful of hair from the neck, and roll it in their palms into the beginning of a length of yarn; a weight was attached to this, and given a twist to start it spinning, and the man went on feeding wool into the thread until he had spun enough yarn to continue his knitting.”
Er, apropos of nothing, Cuzz, I thought you’d be interested in this page on the FBI web site.
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Thank you everyone for the kudos on the Superdeeduper Ultimate Extreme Over-the-Top Cascade 220 Stashbusting Dulaan Scarf. You can imagine how easy it is to knit! The quick 'n' dirty specs are:
And don't let the thought of weaving in all those ends deter you, Norma. They're actually a great excuse to take a break when your hands are tired of knitting but you're not ready to give up on all fiber-fondling for the evening. Besides, don't forget how noble weaving in ends can make you feel when you're actually just farting around on the couch watching "Surface."
On Lattimore, one of the most abused and ill-understood by McCarthy and his band of trolls, and a tough mother with a wicked tongue: http://www.jhu.edu/~jhumag/0900web/red.html
"He addressed U.S. senators with great condescension and corrected the grammar of interrogators." My man!
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on October 12, 2005 12:05 PMFascinating! My only trouble is now I can't seem to stop saying the phrase, "the curious pastime of knitting." Glad I'm home alone right now; I sense pending embarrassment.
Posted by: maryleeq on October 12, 2005 12:59 PM"...it has become a perquisite of the men to use as much as they like for making socks for themselves"
Yet another "perq" of having fiber producing livestock. Yep, gotta get me a little goat with a furry butt. Maybe I'll name him Hank.
Elaine--"Hank" as in a skein? That's hysterical!
Posted by: Ryan on October 12, 2005 01:26 PMThanks! I felt awfully clever about it too.
Posted by: Elaine on October 12, 2005 03:21 PMmy sister has a retirement dream of having a small herd of small goats (i'm not sure how to spell "pygmy"), named after cheeses. I can't wait to hear her calling "come brie, come jack!" it's too funny!
Posted by: laura on October 12, 2005 03:24 PMUm...I may be dumb here, but who is Owen Lattimore?
Love the camel references :) Only you, Ryan...or Cuzzin Tom. You guys crack me up.
Posted by: Libby on October 12, 2005 03:31 PMLibby, all I know about Owen Lattimore is that he's the person who wrote the quote Tom sent me. Otherwise, I ain't never heard of him before. However, in trying to learn more about him, I learned that he was suspected of being a spy. Er, or not. (See Cuzzin Tom's comment at the top.)
Posted by: Ryan on October 12, 2005 03:38 PMOr you can spit splice the ends of the wool if you don't like to weave them in. :)
Posted by: Laura on October 12, 2005 04:00 PMooooh, camel down...talk about fiber fondling...
You realise that this knitting reference was also a spinning reference. Just sayin' ;-) It's also where the phrase "that dude spins a mean camel" comes from.
(Um, ok, I made that part up.)
Posted by: Lee Ann on October 13, 2005 06:27 AMI always learn a lot reading your blog and your Cuzzin Tom's! It's great to hang out with erudite people like y'all.
Posted by: Judy on October 13, 2005 06:31 AMBut now the rest of us have to go look up "erudite".
I want goats! DH says they're creepy and won't let me have them until/unless we have enough land that I can keep them somewhere he doesn't have to see them. I always wanted a teeny tiny goat named Killer. (It would go with the pit bull I currently have, named Fluffy.)
Carrie, the absolutely adorable and friendly and tame hamsters I had in college were named Killer and Fang, so I hear ya', sistah. (A pit bull named "Fluffy?" What a hoot! Reminds me of some friends of ours who had a black lab mix named "Kitty.")
And I gotta ask--goats are *creepy?* What's that all about?
Posted by: Ryan on October 13, 2005 10:27 AMAh, how soon things fall down the memory hole. Owen Lattimore was an intrepid traveler and best-selling travel writer who grew up in China. Emerging as a liberal Central Asian scholar specializing in Mongolia, he was serving as a professor at Johns Hopkins University when he was accused by Sen. Joseph McCarthy in 1950 of being "the top Soviet Union espionage agent in America". While it took only seven days to disprove this slander, Lattimore was convicted on seven counts of perjury, charges which were themselves reversed three years later. He's remembered for not giving an inch to McCarthy and his with hunters and he's become one of my intellectual heroes.
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on October 13, 2005 10:29 AM