My sister sends me photos from her early morning walks in New York City.
Her guest blogging helps me with interesting posts when I’m not really going anywhere.
It’s cool she’s a tourist where she lives. Thanks, Mary.
Portrait and a Plein Air Artist, Sharon Weaver is also my son-in-law’s mother.
This afternoon I walked up to the front steps and saw a package on the stoop. I read the return address and thought it looked like a box for artwork, stamped “fragile” .
Imagine my surprise when I unwrapped it and saw myself, Knitting.
Thank you for the magnificent painting, Sharon. I can tell you put a lot of ❤️ in it. A happy birthday present, indeed!
You know I’m always trying to cull the memorabilia around my home. Glad I saved this one as I found it again just in time for today.
This is a birthday card from my mother and father wishing me a happy Fourth of July birthday. The year I turned eleven. 1963. I looked on the back and it’s a Norcross card for 25 cents. I was visiting my godmother in Maybelle, Colorado that birthday. My mother wrote “What a life.to have a ride on a super jet.” The red words are raised and flocked.
A cool find while cleaning out papers in the desk.. my dad’s lengthy messages inside includes an itinerary for my brother’s trip to Philmont Ranch in New Mexico with the Boy Scouts.
There is also a lovely card from my sister from this year, too. Happy Birthday to me😀
Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks on the right. My father’s mother. Don’t know who the other two women are. Lincoln, Illinois.
My sister told me about this Baker’s Edge Brownie Pan so I ordered one for Anna. (and the family)
Anna was headed to work today and said when she got home at ten, it would nice to have a brownie.
Maura made a batch and I got to see the pan do what it claims to do. And it does it perfectly. All edges!
Which is your preference? Edge? Center? Or Pass?
I’m in Ohio with the family for a couple of days. Almost four months since I’ve seen them. Josie and Henry, the Airedales, were enthusiastic for my visit and they were warming up the trundle bed in Maura’s room. where I’m supposed to sleep!
Someone is five years old today.
June 25th, 2015.
Father’s Day again and though my father passed almost 18 years ago, you remember.
And you miss him.
Honoring all fathers everywhere. Happy Fathers Day.
This French pepper mill was a 1974 wedding gift from my sister’s friend, Janet. It works perfectly. I added a variety of peppercorns my friend Joanne sent to me.
Freshly ground pepper, yes or no?
If yes, on what?