Speaking of spinning wheels, many people over the age of forty or fifty may remember that at that time, many people had to spin and weave their own cloth because they needed cloth tickets to buy cloth.
There is a spinning wheel lying lonely on the beam of the south roof of my hometown, and the spider has also made a home, scattered and dusty, and has lost its former glory, but it has been built by my father who has done good carpentry work for many years, and it has made great contributions in the barren years.
I have three older brothers and one sister, and it is not a simple matter for five children to dress and eat, not to mention that the work was not worth much at that time, so even if the strong father was tired and tired, the family was barely starving, let alone wearing. Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, and the five children next to each other, needless to say, wear new clothes, and old clothes with patches and patches can only be numbered, so their father was forced to make this spinning wheel.
Spinning is a very hard errand, rainy days or when there is nothing else to do at night, the mother will move the spinning wheel out, pull out a small handful of cotton from the basket, and then wrap it around the spinning wheel to spin, the cotton is not thick, it is not fine, the mother shook the spinning wheel while wadding cotton, with the belt, the spinning wheel played the size of the mosquito sound, listening to me fell asleep.
Many times I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still rocking the spinning wheel, but my mother showed no signs of stopping, repeating the same action: wadding cotton, twisting cotton.
Spinning is a fine job, you can't be in a hurry, you have to be patient and wait for a thread ball to be woven, and a few hours have passed.
In order to save money, she used the white cotton thread in black or blue pigment and boiled it, and when it dried, it became needlework. At that time, not only the mother spinned the thread, but also the housewives of every household almost knew this craft, even if there was no spinning wheel at home, they also borrowed it to spin, because the main thing for everyone to spin the thread was for weaving, and when the more they spun, they would gather up one by one.
At that time, the hand-woven cloth was generally a rough white canvas, and after dyeing it into black cloth or blue cloth to make new clothes, people wore it beautifully, although it was not gorgeous or high-grade, but it was already very useful, after all, it was also a new clothes.
Mother is not white and black spinning, the original light spinning wheel has been shaken for a long time, inevitably sore hands and back pain, but the children have no clothes to wear, no way the mother can only overdraft their own body, even so the mother is not resentful, she is more worried that there is no cotton, the limited cotton spun out of the cloth is very little, a wisp of the mother is spun with painstaking efforts, so the mother shakes the spinning wheel, shakes and shakes.
The spinning wheel is the hope of the whole family to wear new clothes, and the spinning wheel was very busy in my family for a while, and it was at this time that my mother left the root of the old problem of shoulder pain for many years.
Now the spinning wheel has long been a thing, I saw it hiding in the corner, I can't help but sigh with emotion, when the production responsibility system was implemented, my father considered that it would be used in the future, reluctant to throw it away, I didn't think that it was idle for decades, and now it has become an antique.