A favorite family story my mom relates was when my grandmother's brother, Orville Andrew was a teenager - he just had to have one of the fashionable one-piece bathing suits that were all the rage in the 20s. The family couldn't afford it so my great Grandmother, Olga Espelien Andrew unraveled an old orange sweater and knit it in to a very stylish suit and Orville couldn't wait to going swimming with the gang in the Fraser River. It was too late when he realized that his snazzy new suit stretched all the way to his ankles when he got out dripping wet! He of course was mortified and my mom imagines the scene with words like, "I'll never forgive you!" Poor Olga tried so hard! She did squirrel enough money away and eventually Orville got a store-bought bathing suit.
