An Early Knitting Lesson

I'm the bald one. On the left is my mother, a mere slip of a girl herself -- if I'm six or eight months in this pic, Mum is about 23. Isn't she darling? I can't say I remember this lesson (though I remember subsequent siblings using that yellow saucer to get around) but I've always been easily influenced, so I'm glad it was knitting, rather than, say, skeet shooting.