Ben H at WordPress says “This week, share a photo of something that says “heritage” to you. It can be from your own family or culture — a library, a work of public art, a place of worship, an object passed down to you from previous generations.”
Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks my paternal grandmother. Farmersville, Illinois. She taught me to knit when I was four years old.
She knit the Afghan and made the quilt. She. Luke tat snd crochet, too. I held the quilt to the window so the light could show how beautifully it is pieced snd stitched.
My father Roy J. Hendricks is the boy standing on the left. Uncle Alan Hendricks is the baby on my grandmother’s lap. My grandfather is standing, Floyd Merle Hendricks.
Yarn is the Daily Prompt at WordPress. Not a photo challenge but Michelle W says “Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.” YARN
Spin it, weave it, hook it,
graft it, embroider, wind it in a ball.
Hoard it, stash it, collect skeins to knit.
Knit and purl mittens, ribbed pumpkins, scarves
no one in your family or list of friends
ever asked to receive.
“Mom, I think we all have enough hats. ”
Create shawls of comfort, like hugs
striped socks and hooded baby sweaters
with duck buttons or monkeys.
Think of the recipient while you repeat
the motions of each stitch.
In, around, down through and off
In, around, down through and off
In, around, down through and off-
off the needles.
Tens of thousands stitches with strands of yarn
turn into garments, stave off the chill.
A wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter.
A teacher, a neighbor, a knitter.
A colleague. A friend.
I took this photo of Nora in my living room at the Greenfield Holiday Party years ago.
Her radiant smile spoke of her generous heart, her loving spirit, her sense of humor, her easy laughter. She loved her family with her all.
Nora was a loyal blog follower since the beginning of the blog 7 years ago and wrote emails in response to photos she especially liked.
Alaska. Baked Orechiette. The family.
She always had a positive word and expressed gratitude for so much.
This morning. fellow Greenfielders and all those who loved her, gathered together to celebrate her life at a lovely Mass of Christian Burial.
She will be missed.
We will remember.
Women’s March January 21, 2017 Bronze statue of former mayor Richard S. Caliguiri looks out onto the Pittsburgh March
“This is what democracy looks like”
“Human rights are nonpartisan”
My friends Ann in Pittsburgh and Joanne in Florida texted and emailed and we knit and knit and shipped hats to various friends and relatives around the USA
How many hats can you knit from a big ball of yarn
And from Colleen from Nova Scotia in Solidarity
Hats by Ann went to Pittsburgh, Los Angeles, Colorado and Washington DC
Hats by Joanne went to Florida,Iowa and Texas
My friends Eileen and Linda (midwife who delivered my son Mark almost 41 years ago was knitting in Boston Massachusetts for their march to DC
Eileen knitting -Linda in her knitted hat ready for Washington DC
Hats sent to my teacher friend Jenn and her daughter Wylie by hat maker Kit Wojcik
Sign makers at the City County Building
Sign by Jen second from the left
Nia on the left in charge of technology for the event Ann and Ann on the right
From my blogging friend Stef- on her way to march in Minnesota- Her hat is crocheted
Below- March in Colorado contributed by Deb Beozzo and her daughter and son-in-law Michelle and Sean
Here is an excerpt from a poem titled Knitting Activist my friend Roberta wrote about me
Over under the country unraveling
the old anxiety returning,
she sits and knits
pussy hats for a new generation of women on the march.
A sister, a daughter, some fortunate friends
take this gift handed down from grandmothers
and try to rebind the frayed threads of the republic,
arms linked over under.
Along with these daughters and mothers she has clad,
she rises and knits her way to mindful spirited communion.
Roberta (in pink hat) sent this image from Washington march
It was Margie over at Fueled by Chocolate blog who alerted me to the two possibilities of spelling and inspired the title of this post and Jeff Golenski at WordPress challenged bloggers to post a photo illustrating ambience.
And then my neighbor, Joaquin, is always encouraging me to make photographs with the things I have in my home. I took his advice tonight and thought I might do a whole series of ambience/ambiance- creating still lifes to lift my spirits.
I definitely lifted my mood by creating this little scene. My original intent was to show the tulips in the hammered aluminum pitcher but since I have been knitting all week I went to my living room bookshelf and found the rabbit figurines waiting to be photographed. Oh and I pulled out the good camera instead of the phone today. It’s that wonderful Canon 50mm 1.2 L series lens that allowed me to take the shot with scant light.
“Ambience is the atmosphere of one’s surrounding environment. It basically boils down to how one’s surroundings impact the human senses and alter the feelings of an individual. Things like light, temperature, smell, sound, and sometimes taste, all work together to create ambience. The term ambience usually refers to a positive atmosphere that uplifts a person’s mood. As an example, one might say, “Wow, this place has real ambience!”
They’ve been open since Halloween. Today was my first visit.
You know how I zip across the Allegheny River to get my framing done at Panza Gallery, sip a brew and eat a dinner special at Grant Bar or load up on Brioche and macarons at Jean-Marc Chatteliers Bakery?
Millvale PA posts frequent the blog.
This afternoon I stopped in the Tupelo Honey Teas Cafe and had a delicious ginger tea.
There’s a monthly calendar of activities and events-
January 19th it’s Third Thursday Theater- Steel City Shakespeare- Edgar Allen Poe 7-9 ,
Knitting on Tuesdays at 6:30-9
Book Club(s) local author and mystery,
Brunch and Bluegrass (Devin Moses) on Jan 29th 10-2
There is a connecting door to the Community Library
Good things to eat
This post is dedicated to my friend V who recently spent a lot of time last week untangling a seriously tangled skein of yarn… I thought of her the whole time I persisted on the following mess.
My granddaughter Maura’s knitting got into the laundry inadvertently.
Went through the washing machine and knotted up the load.
Erika was going to cut it out but I spent time Saturday morning untangling the knotty mess. What satisfaction to detangle the twists and knots. Plain yarn is easier to untangle than fluffy yarn.
Now where is the other needle?
It was about 14 degrees but my app said it felt like 2 degrees and yet the sun was out and the sky blue.
I’d just arrived from Pittsburgh. The roads were clear so I made it in about 3 1/2 hours to Clintonville Ohio for lunch with Charlie and Laura.
They’d just pulled into the driveway and we were going inside to warm up. He loves the snow.
Just noticing the difference in the light in full sun and then on the back porch deck in the shade.