Much like Facebook’s posts and ability for friends to comment and/or like a post, Ravelry, a knitter’s online paradise, has a function called forums. Forums are generally written and like-interested people comment, share, like, or otherwise support the theme of the post. Reading these threads is as interesting as posting on them. Groups on Ravelry generally have many such forums going on at once and of course, there are people in all ranges of activity on them. Some are so active, they have become moderators and those moderators are now posting what we affectionately call challenges. This is true within the Vogue Knitting Group, at least. This is where the inspiration came, or maybe an excuse, to go all the way back to my complete VK magazine collection dating Fall/Winter 1982 (easy access here on shelving).
Sometimes you cheat on your own website. My View, a column in the Buffalo News offers a place for writers to express their own personal thoughts on a topic of your choosing. There are some guidelines (of course) which can easily be found online. Today, I was published. Some of you have been asking how I’ve been since my great loss(es) of 2017 and here I try (within the word count allowed) to express where I am today.
My View: Beginning life again after a year full of loss
By My View Published
By Holly Olmstead
As we live our lives, we can expect to lose our elderly loved ones. We are saddened, of course, and we respectfully mourn those we loved. We realize it is the natural order of things when the aged pass away. The stone that is cast by that death has rippling effects that last for years.
Adult children who may have come into town to visit that parent stop doing so, family gatherings are less frequent and sometimes difficult without an identifiable matriarch or patriarch, and the next generation of babies born to those adult children are born and create new, exciting attentions.
Now, when there are losses of loved ones that are unexpected and do not align with the natural circle of life, that brings on a grief of a whole other kind. You wonder how your life will go on. After a long and successful marriage, I lost my husband of 35 years. He was my best friend, cheerleader and protective caretaker my entire adult life.
Through the last few months of his life, we had to re-home our Labrador of five years, a sacrifice for hubby’s safety in the household. Even though it was a successful transition, one’s pet is like one’s child, a terrific loss.
In the meantime, my sister with Down syndrome passed away, a death more bittersweet than upsetting as at the age of 62 and born in the 1950s we felt she lived a full life. However, it was indeed a significant, heartfelt loss to me. Having lost my sister, pooch and hubby all in one year, I felt like I had lost my entire identity.
This was overwhelming, to say the least, for me. Where to begin? Where to pick up the pieces? Where to turn?
At first I was numb. In shock, anger, and likely, in denial. So, I did nothing. Mourning: Who knows what that looks like? They say gather with others, join groups. Keep old traditions, consider new. Give permission to yourself for time, space and for your family.
So, I took on some new things. I now volunteer at Habitat for Humanity at the construction site and run with a group from Fleet Feet. I’ve just signed on to teach knitting at Cornerstone for the winter semester and completed a grief group session at Hospice.
I’ve learned how to time manage the job of two people regarding house maintenance, including grocery shopping and cooking. Children are out of the area and trips scheduled to see them are and will always be in the works.
It has been over one year. I am dating. While all this was well and good, the busy, full schedule was not filling the void and the loneliness I was continuing to feel. It wasn’t until I had a euphoric moment that things began to take a turn for me. My past and present do not need to look the same in relationships. While I understood and had accepted my activities looking different, why not my relationships, as well?
This simple shift in thinking, of taking off the parameters of expectation of the familiar interpersonal relationships I had known, is allowing me to be more open to friendships of all kinds.
Much like starting adulthood over, I can enjoy people I meet, find joy in others’ ways and traditions, and accept new ideas in conversation and lifestyle. The world actually feels like a bright promising place for happiness and love, once again.
Holly Olmstead, of Kenmore, is a retired teacher from the Sweet Home Central School District.
PS. The photo, above is of my home where I’ve hung outside lights for the first time, have a new storm door, new mailbox, and hung a vintage poinsettia wreath, a wreath that hung on the front door during my childhood recently given to me by my mom. Not forgotten, the beautiful wreath hubby gave me a few years back is hanging on the mantle, where sweet memories of Christmas past remain present.
[HERE] is how the article appeared in the Buffalo Evening News.
This is one of those rare, it-only-happens-to-other-people kind of stories, a story that whether you are a family member, a friend, or a person of the human race would appreciate. But, in this case, it didn’t happen to a stranger, it happened to my Dad! So, I must capture the beauty of it so I can spread the word that values of appreciation, kindness, and gratitude are still evident in our world today. Passionate in every way, here is how a lifelong interest of one inspired another not only through the years of direct instruction but also motivated her esteemed career in the field of science. And how ultimately, over 50 years later, that student came back to this Buffalo area to thank him.
That teacher is my dad, Richard Zygmunt. Growing up, his enthusiasm for astronomy filled our backyard with his homemade telescopes, filled our Saturdays with lessons taught at the Buffalo Museum of Science, and filled our summers with the lessons he taught about the celestial skies from the little observatory he built on the hill of a local summer camp.
Through the years, he would study the sky either on his own or in groups with fellow astronomers. Telescopes were built by them and used for study. Here, a star-gazing group has convened.
As any astronomy-enthusiast would, he and others attended the very recent re-opening of Buffalo Museum of Science’s Kellogg Observatory. After checking out the new telescopic equipment, well, they posed.
It was in early August of 2018 when my Dad received this letter.
“Thank you for attending the grand opening celebration for the Kellogg Observatory. With the re-opening of the Kellogg Observatory, the Buffalo Museum of Science cotinues its transformation, our reverence for our past informing ambitions for the future.
As an educator, you shaped Museum experiences and crafted memories your students cherish to this day. You instilled a love of learning and an appreciation for the boundless possibilities space holds. I am honored to inform you that your legacy of inspiration will continue to touch generations of Museum goers for years to come.
With this letter, the Buffalo Museum of Science formally acknowledges that your former student, Dr. Cora Musial has gifted a digital planetarium in your honor. You taught Cora when she was a Museum Kid, and took her on her first visits to the Kellogg Observatory. Cora explained that your astronomy classes “Stars and Constellations” and “The Sun and Its Family” inspired her and instilled in her a lifelong love of all things celestial. To this day, she still has the notebooks from your classes.
In the Richard Zygmunt Planetarium, the Buffalo Museum of Science will continue your work of capturing the imagination and fostering a new generation of star-gazers. We are honored.” Sincerely, Marisa Wigglesworth, President & CEO
December 12, 2018
Family and friends gathered and celebrated. Here we are listening to the plan for the evening which included a demo of the digital planetarium’s possibilities for education and party sleep-overs.
We gathered outside the starlab, first, for a family photo and then, inside the structure to more fully understand the power of this high-tech learning tool.
Below, is a close-up of the plaque printed right on the digital starlab’s fabric. No question about this dedication, a truly heartfelt thank you from student to teacher.
Cora, as you can see, was a museum kid turned Dr. Cora Musial, Infectious Disease Specialist. Check out to what extent she shared his passion. Below, she is showing her former teacher the notebook that she still has with the notes she took from his classes.
Check out the date. If you’re wondering, yes, she took her notes in handwriting during class, then re-typed them at home! I heard it being discussed that these notebooks will be placed into the archives of the Buffalo Museum of Science.
May the minds of young ones be filled with the knowledge, interest, and wonderment of the skies above with help from the Richard Zygmunt Planetarium for years to come. And, not so bad that my Dad was given this recognition and appreciated for his fine teachings in this field.
Yes, we chose Detroit for a little R & R. Why, you might ask? Here are a few reasons.
“One of the most beautiful homes on Airbnb. This is a 4 bedroom, 4 bathroom historic home in one of the most beautiful, one of a kind neighborhood of Detroit. Woodbridge is in Midtown, and a mile from most of Detroit’s finest sights, art, and stadiums. My wife and I are in Greece for at least six months helping refugees and your stay is our only revenue keeping us there. Thank you!”
The Erie County Fair is near and dear to my heart as it has a long history with me. From being an equestrian representing Camp Sprucelands from youth (below, Sheba and me) as well as
Roses are red
Your loved ones
The day I married you!
Roses are Red
now collected in my heart
are memories of you
Roses are red
Violets indeed are blue
I will stop by
and blow a kiss to you
Life does go on
whether we like it or not, tis true
I can no longer say
Happy Anniversary to you
It is a constant that roses are red
and violets blue
As with things tangible
we can count on remain true
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life is now offering
A new point of view.
If you are a follower of VKL (Vogue Knitting Live), you may be aware that this event in NYC is historically held in January. After travel debacle of December, I was fully aware January could prove the same. JetBlue, however served its travelers well, weather cooperated, and I found myself at VKL NYC 2018 in good form.
Having attended the event before, I knew what to expect but wanting to make something new of the occasion, I chose to volunteer at the event. That immediately changed the dates of travel due to a volunteer meeting held on the Wednesday evening before. It also meant two glorious extra days in the city and lots of decision-making on how to spend that time. When the weekend was all said and done, as in all travel, there were certain moments, expected and otherwise, that stand out, so with this post, those are the moments I will highlight.
Wednesday ~ easy travel. With room readily available and map in hand, I settled in for my stay and planned where I was going to ‘tour’. It was a simple choice. Mood, of course followed by Bryant Park. Why? I am a huge fan of Project Runway and wanted to see (and possibly shop) the fabric store where PR contestants make their purchases in the competition and Bryant Park hosts the final fashion show. So, off I went with my poor sense of direction but great determination.
I found this (admittedly after 2 mile jaunt in the wrong direction) :
So excited, I walked in. As a tourist does, I snapped these.
Bolts and bolts of fabric miles long and miles high. A few floors just like this. Then, I asked where Swatch was. (Swatch, to you unknowns of the reality show is the visiting pooch of Mood.) And, I was told I was in the upholstery section of Mood NOT the fashion section where Swatch typically hangs out! WHAT?? Never suspecting and already in heaven she pointed to the door. I was to take the Olmstead (a familiar name) elevator to the third floor.
WOW. I immediately recognized THIS as what I was seeking . . .
Black in EVERY fiber!
And . . . where fabric gets bolted, cutting boards, patterns, and classrooms!
Of course, I asked about Swatch again. He was not there that day, but I did spot this which filled my heart.
On leaving Mood, I was quite satisfied having found it that I wasn’t too disappointed having not purchased anything.
My next desire was to find Bryant Park. Back to scouting my map and asking an occasional passer-by, it was in no time I was there. On this weekend, it was set up as a lovely winter wonderland.
The volunteer meeting was Wednesday night, a welcome time to sit at the end of a tourist’s day.
Here are some jobs you can sign up for in volunteering.
Thursday ~ Knowing I was to be in NYC, I signed up for the MoMA tour as offered by VKL. Scouting out the location of the Museum of Modern Art, which was basically in the opposite direction of the day’s before outing, provided all kinds of new stimulation, it was easy to find. The tour called, “Is Fashion Modern?” had an excellent docent who took us to task with asking ourselves that very question. I thought it pretty cool that Lululemon’s original pant made it into the display. The little black dress and orange piece are pieces I loved. So, if these were examples of what was in the exhibit, you could ask yourself, Is fashion modern?
I visited the gift shop and found this great cross-over bag. A picture of my MoMA keepsakes . . .
One must visit Central Park when in the city.
And, of course one must take in a show on Broadway. A chance friend and I chose Amy Schumer in Meteor Shower as our pick. The ticket taker, Georgie, was especially personable and left this sweet note for us when we went back to pick up our tickets.
Friday – Sunday ~ Days to volunteer, window shop, and take in classes/lectures. I built my class schedule for all three days around the theme of designing. Each teacher had her own take on the topic and it was interesting to hear of the process from different points of view. The lectures I sighed up for were inspiration filled. My favorite class was on sketching. Deborah Newton could not be more enthusiastic about her designing and that enthusiasm was not only palpable but contagious. Here, we are studying sketches.
Her tip is seen on the right, my practice, on the left.
I did indeed make one purchase during my stay. Could this book be any more beautiful and so aptly named. Glamourie, indeed! Now, THAT is knitting!
I thought the main highlight would be the Readers’ Runway Fashion Show. As delightful as it was, it was the second time I’ve entered and somehow, the second time is never as exciting as the first. My favorite part was meeting someone AND her husband who I have talked to on Ravelry and BOTH walked the runway, as well. Also, the young girl captured my attention who was with her Mother. How special for these pair to do this fun thing together.
The fair isle coat earned this award.
Here is a candid pic of the group who walked the runway this year.
The most meaningful highlight was however my daughter and her friend meeting up with me in the evenings. Whether ordering room service or having a delicious meal at a lovely Irish eatery, talking about nothing of consequence and laughing really put the weekend into perspective of what matters most and certainly added to what truly was a full-on indulgence weekend for me. A goofy selfie ~
We said good-bye Sunday night to each other and to this great city. Until next time . . .
This is a reading invite to check out what our local enthusiastic knitting Organization is all about. The website is here on WordPress entitled The Knitting Guild of Greater Buffalo. We are an active group promoting knitting as an art form and pride ourselves in providing a myriad of experiences from presentations to yarn actions for our over 400 members.
I haven’t written about health and wellness in awhile. It is not because I have been negligent rather, I wanted to collect some data to share and show that exercise continues to be alive and well in my retirement life.
When I retired, I said there were three things I wanted to focus on. They were and continue to be: knitting [of course], running, and writing/reading. In my knitting life, I knew I would be attacking the stash working up projects I had only wished/dreamed of finishing. UPDATE: I moved OUT a piece of furniture that was housing yarn as those bundled fibers are now finished objects!
I think I have more questions than answers after finishing this project. This will create lingering in my mind. The topic is crochet. This is definitely the most challenging project I have made in crochet as it involved gauge, fit, shaping, and color changing within a row, none of which I am sure I did correctly and none of which I’ve ever done, before. Also, technique in sewing the crochet pieces together. What I knew however is that this pattern would be a great way to use up some remnant stash with its offering of color possibilities. I have plenty of remnants from past projects of small bits of color however I knew I did not have enough of one color for the main body. Purchasing only three skeins and using those scraps, I thought this a great way to stretch yardage. I did go with the yarn used in the pattern for this main color (MC), a silver grey filatura-di-crosa- zarina-chine.
I want to capture, in writing, some of my thoughts from this last week when I was invited to speak to the Buffalo Knitting Guild’s Membership and be the first of its programming for the 2016/2017 season. The talk was advertised as such:
SEPTEMBER 8, 2016 HOW DOES YOUR KNITTING GROW?
Presented by Marja Coons-Torn, Holly Olmstead
Our Guild President and Vice President introduce the theme “Grow” for this year’s Knitting Guild Season with a program to help you grow your skills through photography and technology. We’ll learn tonight how to photograph our knits beautifully and stylishly, just like the top designers do! And we’ll go on an interactive journey into new technology that the Guild will be incorporating this season.