All Purls. No Swine.
Dear Sis, I know we missed out on some of the stuff in one of our favorite songs, “Sisters” by Irving Berlin. With almost seven years between us, that business about: . . . . . . . . . .sharing every little thing that we are wearing never really worked for us, did it? By… Continue reading Sisters–And Knitting!
A little more than sixty years ago, after many unsuccessful attempts to sell his pet idea as a television special, a former piccolo player in John Philip Sousa’s band who had moved on to a career as a musical director for the NBC radio network and as a successful Hollywood composer, scoring such movies as… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: “I always think there’s a band, kid.”
I had my last conversation with Granny (my mother’s mother) not too long before she died. She was in her mid-eighties at the time, almost bedridden from the arthritis that had plagued her for decades, and mentally, she was getting a little bit woolly. The past, though, was still clear in her mind, and she… Continue reading Wisdom From My Granny