Stocking reconstruction

At the end of may at the celebration of museums my friend donned in full reanactment costume planted the bug in my ear. She asked me to knit a pair of stockings, but not just any stocking, but one based on old findings. You must know by now that I am not to ruin anything good...
We looked through museum items, descriptions, I added what I knew from my readings on knitting and old stockings...and what I know about sock knitting in general.
This is the result:

The old findings were rather missmatched, some writings from the age of Elizabeth the first talk about incredibly tiny gauge, others that my friend showed to me mentioned thick, even worsted yarn, so we decided to use the thickness that is used for socks today..

The upper edge of older stockings are rolling back, but garther stitch is not called as such for nothing, and writings do mention using the stitch there

Elastic bands obviously were non-existent, silk or velvet ribbons held socks up. I added a row of holes to hold the ribbon.

Short rows were invented later, therefore I had to use the heel flap version.

Shaping for the knee/calf/ankle were done with strategically placed decreases and increases.

Without short rows shaping the heel is a bit clumsy, but anything for historical accuracy...

Heritage

I already mentioned my paternal grandmother and mom, from whom I must have inherited the crafty gene... however it is probably goes back a lot farther than that...

So here are my mothernal grandparents...

My grandfather, Lajos Kőrösi who was a printer (edited to add: my brother says its rather typographer, and he is probably right)  in his younger years, however I only new him, as the one who decorated the shoe, or rather wood soled slipper- and clog-tops my grandma (Margit Nagy) cut and sewed up...

I only have this much of them, after my mom died, I only found these in her stuff, a half of a slipper-top, and a pair os scissors my grandpa used in his last years. I used those scissors for many years to cut patterns until it fell apart... But I just cannot throw it out...

I also have a few painting of my grandfather's. My mom gave all of them to me once, which was a surprise, because my brother was her favorite... However I shared those pictures with my brother, and only kept a few of the pictures. Who knows once I might even have a place to hang them properly.