Knitting My mother knew how to knit, but she never taught me. She assumed, as did many women of her generation, that knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter. A combination of feminism, consumerism and household gadgetry made many women feel that such homely accomplishments were no obsolete. My grandmother still knitted, though, and every Christmas she made a pair of socks for my brother and me, of red wool. They were the ones we wore under our ice skates, when it was really important to have warm feet. Knitting is a nervous habit that happens to be productive. It helped me quit smoking by giving my hands something else to do. It is wonderful for depression because no matter what else happens, you are creating something beautiful. Time spent in front of the television or just sitting is no longer time wasted. I love breathing life into the patterns. Its true magic, finding a neglected, dog-eared old book with the perfect snowflake design, buying the same Germantown knitting worsted my grandmother used, in the exact blue to match my daughters eyes, taking it on the train with me every day for two months, working feverishly to get it done by Christmas, staying up late after the stocking are filled to sew in the sleeves and weave in the ends. Knitting has taught me patience. I know that if I just keep going, even if it takes months, there will be a reward. When I make a mistake, I know that a temper tantrum will not fix it, that I just have to go back and take out the stitches between and start over again. People often ask if I would do it for money, and the answer is always a definite no. In the first place, you could not pay me though for the hours I put into a sweater. But more important, this is an activity I keep separate from such considerations. I knit to cover my children and other people I love in warmth and color. I knit to give them something earthly that money could never buy. Knitting gives me life an alternative rhythm to the daily deadline. By day I can write about Northern Ireland or the New York City Police Department and get paid for it, but on the train home, surrounded by people with laptops, I stage my little rebellion. I take out my old knitting bag and join the centuries of women who have knitted for love. 1. Which of the following reasons does NOT explain the fact that Knitting was no longer a skill worth passing down from mother to daughter? A) The struggle of women for equal rights. B) The belief that it is good to buy and use a lot of goods. C) The plain feature of Knitting. D) The introduction of domestic devices. 2.At what time did the author wear the stocks her grandmother had knitted for her? A) In winter. B) When she went skiing. C) During the Christmas holiday. D) When she needed to keep her feet warm for skating. 3.Knitting is nervous habit means A) knitting involves the work of ones nerves. B) Knitting gets on ones nerves. C) Knitting makes one nervous. D) Knitting may act as a trigger for a nervous breakdown. 4.Which of the following is false concerning knitting according the author? A) It helps one give up ones bad habit. B) It helps one get rid of ones bad mood. C) It requires patience. D) It is profit-making business. 5.What is NOT her purpose for knitting according to this passage? A) It saves money. B) It activate ones life. C) It enriches ones life. D) It is a pleasant pastime. Keys: CDADA