Five little books for five wonderful people. After our 50th anniversary dinner, I gave each of our five children a little book. Each contains at least 50 photographs of each one of them as parents, interacting with their children. And, since our 16 grandchildren range in age from 2-25, …
Oh, Lydia. What a character. This is Lydia’s little Photograph Keepsake Book. I made it from carefully chosen photographs of Lydia which I had taken over many years. I could have made it as thick as 100 books because I have so many photographs of her to choose from. But, …
Clara’s little book came from my little heart. It contains some of my favorite photographs of Clara which I have taken over the years. Some of the photographs are presented with an overlay and all have a little prose-poem of my own making which was great fun. I do …
It isn’t Christmas without the beauty of Handel’s Messiah. Handel’s pen wrote the music but these words come from Isaiah. King of Kings. Lord of Lords. The Mighty God. The Everlasting Father. The Prince of Peace. I have collected a few “crowns” from thrift stores. Most were once …
I remembered these images because it was Christmas. They are all images of charity and thoughtfulness. I found them and added the sayings some time ago when I was asked to make some magnets for the Relief Society. As it turned out, they were not used but I tucked them …
Now and then I prowl the thrift stores. I say now and then because I used to do it with some regularity. I have long been inspired by the accounts of our “mothers’ from the past, otherwise known as ancestors, who never wasted a single thing and made-over any piece …
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 . . . …
She came today for a tiny, magical visit. A wisp of a thing who darted so fast that I could barely catch a glimpse of her. I could hear her more than I could see her. She filled the house with sunshine and the sounds made by little, rapidly-fluttering fairy wings. ~ The first thing …
A BOOK Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul ! ~ My …
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 …
