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Balls of Yarn

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These are my balls of yarn. Ever since last August when my mom showed me how to make morning slippers I have been obsessed. Growing up my two sisters and I were use to our mother creating a beautiful pair of footwear for us that not only kept us warm but were so much better than the store-bought ones you could get.

I have knitted over the years this and that but nothing major. When I went back home in August after my stepdad’s funeral I was determined for mom to show me how to make these. I would be there two weeks and I needed to keep her mind off what had just happen in her life.  Those weeks went fast as she showed me a craft that she learned from her own mother years ago. Since then I have made four pairs and now working on my fifth. When she told me it was a good way to not be bored and stay busy she was not kidding.

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Now when I am at the store I go by the yarn and fawn over the many different colors available to me. Sometimes I go overboard and get 11 skeins at one time like at my last visit. It is not only a great way to stay occupied but it is a conversational piece I am discovering as I bring my cloth bag with me when I have to wait somewhere like the doctor office. People will ask me what I am making and soon we are talking like old friends.

I wish I had learned sooner but am glad I finally made the conscious decision to learn. My next project with my mom will be to learn how to make woolen boots. Something that I hope my family will enjoy wearing as they have the slippers. Now when I call her up we have something new to talk about something to get her mind off her worries as we get into where we stand on our latest project.

Every time I pick up my needles I think of my mom and the time we spent in August as we fussed back and forth while I struggled to learn how to get the pattern right. But also it reminds me of two weeks when I had my mom all to myself as we knit in silence and yet we spoke volumes to each other.

Mr. Gibson:WW II


Every town or city has a spot that we as people love to visit and hang out at. My husband and I are no exception to the rule. There is this small diner which has the flavor of home cooking written all over it.  It has its regulars like any other place where you walk in and the waitresses and owner alike will say hi and call out our name. Personally I like that.

One day last week I was sitting one table over from Mr. Gibson. He like myself comes to this place rather often. We were both waiting on someone for lunch. He struck up a conversation with me. This was not unheard of he is a friendly old man. Not being able to hear him clearly I walked over and sat down next to him while we waited. Mr. Gibson is a retired officer and he served in WW II. He wears his hat and pins that are attached to it just about every time we see him. The gentle old man never stands out and says what he has done for our country he takes it in stride. Unless of course you have him in a one on one and then the amazement comes out.

For the next few minutes I listened as he talked about his career and how he has led a good life. He talked about memories that no one of my generation can possibly imagine unless you are in the service. Just listening to him made me humble. I can only think on what he saw and felt but through him insight cames into view.

He is a main stay at this place and I hope to speak to him many times over. His words of wisdom fills no books on any shelves but they are still priceless. God Bless you Mr. Gibson.


Snood, what a funny word at least to me it is. I purchased two recently at a recent Renaissance Faire in the area. I was a virgin to this explosion of colors, sounds and outfits. When I saw the hair nets as I first called them I thought it be pretty cool to own some.

But the fascination to this celebration did not stop there. I was transported back into Mid Evil times where one would see queens, kings, knights, the court jester and the always popular wandering minstrel. Every where I turned one heard the King’s speech as my friends and I wandered from shop to shop and event to event.

I was fascinated to see people who had dressed to the nines from head to toe. It was truly a wonderful experience. One of the areas had the medicinal herbs that they would use when one was ill. Seeing the different colors and various smells brought ones nostrils to full ecstasy. Picking up one bottle and reviewing the contents I recognized the scent but could not put my finger on it.

Me: “Don’t tell me , I know what this is.”

The lady at the table stared at me with a twinkle in her eye that hid some doubt to my capability.

Me: ” I smelled this before. Mm ashes, Palm Sunday this is so familiar to me.”

A few minutes later it hit me Frankincense.

The young woman called over her lady in waiting and notified her that I had guessed the scent. One that people had not been able to. Softly to myself I pumped my fist and went, “Go Catholic” as the people around me smiled. See I was paying attention.

After talking with them a few minutes we noticed a huge loon where an older woman was working.  Next to her was a spinning wheel. This was familiar to me for my family possessed a huge loom that had been passed down to one of my aunts. They knew also how to spin the magical wheel. While this is not a skill I possess it is one I am fascinated by the many wonderful garments that can be created this way.

The endless pictures that were taken filled my camera. I felt like a kid as I got in line to pose with the King and Queen, the Knight and other various objects on display. It did not matter that I was a full-grown woman I was having a blast as my friends laughed at the kid that was transformed before their eyes,

The sites just kept coming at me as the time slipped away without being noticed. While it was not a big one by any stretch this event made the day full of laughter and fun. It will fill me with memories for a long time to come.