I think that Paper Whites are wonderful during the Christmas season. Grandpa started calling them “stinky bulbs” years ago and so my children call them by the same name. He says that he is just teasing, but I’m not so sure. When they all see that I have planted some, …
Here are the little beardless gnomes who live in their own playset. I made the hats on my sewing machine and they were easy and fast. I did have to sew on the bell by hand. I could have been very fussy about the painting but I wasn’t because they …
These chairs must have been born in the 70’s. You don’t see fabric like that anymore. $12 each at the thrift store. Good condition and no need to repaint . . . at least not now. One-third yard of fabric to cover each seat. Start to finish – less than …
A well-placed mirror makes a room look bigger. A thrifted mirror in good condition is even better. A thrifted pedestal table can be cut down to make a wonderful coffee table. If Grandpa doesn’t live at your house, I don’t know what to tell you. New wheels, bronzed …
BEGIN SOMEWHERE. It was very stressful to finally do the painting. I had talked about it and wanted to try it and read all about it for at least a year. That just isn’t like me. But, I knew that it was important to be sure about …
Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want to know if it hurts. He says . . . …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
journal entry: Most of us remember childhood fun with our cousins. Some memories are brighter than others and some are better embellished or forgotten. They are generally memories of parties with family, big and small, birthday cakes, games, running, sleeping out and playing in water. Adults rarely joined in but sat in summer …
journal entry: I have long had a favorite poem. It is titled Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark. In its three verses is found a precious reminder. That reminder is to be thankful for everything, learn to enjoy simple things and see the spiritual in whatever comes. Watching my family harvesting potatoes …
journal entry: Grandpa likes to leave the pumpkins on their vines until the last possible moment. This year, the weather stayed warm well into November but the pumpkins were ready in late September. The Grandchildren keep track of the pumpkins and pick out their favorites. When it is time, …
