A few days ago, I was busy with routine daily home works. You know, winter is soon and all summer clothes are going to put away. Instead of them, winter clothes are taking place in wardrope. Every year, I try to check the clothes, what we wear and what we don’t wear. Most of them hand made (knitting, etc.). And what we don’t wear anymore, I give them for charity, donate for who needs them. But this time, one of them, in my hands looked at me! I don’t know why but I didn’t give it. But the reason was not, not to have the heart to give it. Just something reminded me, it was nostalgic. Maybe so many people don’t remember this.
My grandmother, in the old days, sometimes she ripped off (disjointed ? ) an old sweater that she knitted. And made a new hank yarns. Then she washed them, dried them between towels, but if it is summer, she hangs them outside… Then she knits a new one, a new project…
So this blue sweater went to this process with me. It was amazing… Took time but it was a joy of hand spinning. I will knit again… what or to who, I don’t know now.
Things took me to take a little journey in this world, I would like to share with you too.
Village of fisherwomen, village of Lake, village of history, village of storks,….
Gölyazı is a quiet little fishing village jutting out into Uluabat Lake, just west of Bursa. With a rich history reaching back to ancient Greece, a beautiful mountain and water backdrop, and a traditional, slower pace of life, Gölyazı is a fantastic place.
Dating back to the second century BC, the town was originally known as Apollonia, in honor of Apollo. In fact, the temple ruins are located just a kilometer or so north of the city. Because the area kept its strong Greek heritage through the centuries (up until the 1920s), the village today is marked by a mix of Greek and Turkish culture. An ancient necropolis (cemetery) spreads out on the edge of town, and sites of the ancient theater, stadium, temples, and walls have been identified. A 19th-century Greek church, beautifully restored as a cultural center, stands on the main street of the peninsula. These landmarks are interspersedthroughout a winding complex of narrow streets guarded by ancient stone gates and lined with Ottoman-style homes. Signs of the village’s fishing and farming industries are clearly indicated by the boats and fishing nets lining the water’s edge and the olive and fig sellers peddling their goods in the small open-air bazaar.