Week of weaving II
Nadat we dinsdag met de trein naar Haarlem waren gereisd (we hadden nog een kaartje om vrij te reizen en dat moest opgemaakt worden), pakten we op woensdag toch maar de auto. We wilden naar het meest noordelijke adres van de lijst: naar Gerbregt Noorman in Anna Paulowna. In de trein hadden we het afschuwelijk koud gehad, omdat de airco op volle toeren werkte en niet uitgezet kon worden, maar nu stroomde de regen naar beneden. Ongezellig en donker.
After travelling by train on Tuesday we decided to go by car on Wednesday. We wanted to visit the most northern address of the list of participants: Gerbregt Noorman in Anna Paulowna. In the train it had been freezing cold the day before: the airco was working full speed and couldn't be turned down, but now the rain was puring down. It was very wet and dark.
Gerrie had made quite a show in her garden. She lives in a lovely little house, with a beautiful garden surrounding it, and now everything had had to be taken indoors or under the veranda, where it was dry. A pity! But it didn't spoil our visit. We had a look at all the weaving and felting on show,
One of Gerrie's pupils had a corner in which she could show her felted pieces.
We zijn maar weer ingestapt, hebben opnieuw de opstoppingen doorstaan en reden naar Marion Berkhout in Alkmaar.
Marion had op haar hevelriet getouwtje een kleurige schering opgezet, die bezoekers konden gebruiken om het weven uit te proberen. Die morgen was er al iemand geweest, die zo enthousiast met een zelfgeweven lapje naar huis was gegaan, dat een nieuwe weefster geboren leek te zijn.
When we had drunk the coffee and eaten the lovely elderberry pie, we went on again. We planned to go to Bergen. It seemed a logical address to continue our way. Although there were two addresses in that village we decided to visit Sien Ulder. The rain was still pouring down - it even seemed worse than before. After managing to get past the road works in the village (and the lots of traffic standing still tere), we reached the right place. We were received with the kind request to go for a walk a bit, until half past one (an hour later) because they were having lunch. This was not mentioned in our information about the different places to visit. We looked up at the dark clouds, the rain and the dripping trees. A walk? We didn't think so. It had been a problem to park the car in that road, and we asked if it was ok where it was now. The answer was, that it would certainly be, for half an hour or so.
We went back into our car and drove to Marion Berkhout in Alkmaar. Marion had put a colourful warp on her rigid heddle loom, which visitors could use to try out weaving. Earlier that morning somebody had tried it and had left full of enthusiasm with a small woven piece. A new weaver seemed to have been born.
Ook hier was het weer erg gezellig, met aanloop van ook voor mij diverse bekenden. Dat maakt zulke bezoeken extra leuk.
This is what Marion had on her borrowed loom. Nice work.
Here too, people went and came. Many people I also knew. This makes these visits such fun.
Vermoeiend is al dat gekijk en gepraat wel. Twee bezoeken op een dag bleken het maximale te zijn op een dag, dus we gingen weer terug naar huis.
All this admiring and talking is pretty tiring, though. Two visits on one day turned out to be enough, so we went home.
On Thursday we decided to take a day off. On Friday we went on and drove to Hoorn, where the local weavers' guild had their exhibition. For years I've been a member of this group.
The space they had was nice and light, the work was beautiful and showed with the necessary attention and respect for work and weaver. It pleased me to see the names of the weavers added to every piece. Because I know almost every member of this guild it became a nice game to guess who was the maker of which piece.
Om dit verhaal niet te lang te maken morgen (hoop ik) nog een vervolg, met daarin mijn belevenissen op de zaterdag, voor mij de laatste dag van deze weefweek.
This post will be too long when I add my report of the Saturday: my last visits during this weaving week. They will follow tomorrow (I hope)