It was very homely when our big room was lighted from that little lamp and the women sat at the spinning wheels and somebody told unearthly tales about ghosts. The success was that all the children were afraid of darkness and at last only my father stayed courageous enough to go outside into the dark on his own. But what we did together, as well, was singing many of the old folk songs, what especially delighted my father. The women span linen, flax, hemp and the wool. My sisters wove the linen on their own looms.