Thursday, January 04, 2007
I went down this morning to walk and to meet my friend's new dog, Bentley. Does he remind you of anyone you know? Bentley is a little nervous, since he hasn't been a house dog before but I think he's going to be splendid, as soon as he figures the house thing out. He's seven months old and should be a big boy. Lily is going down with me tomorrow for playtime, and to show Bentley it's OK to go IN the back door.
Patrick County Mug
I cleaned up the kitchen yesterday; things had gotten to critical mass and I just couldn't stand it anymore. While I was tidying, I ran across all sorts of things that I've kept to remind me of special people and special times. Each one of them has a little story. The Patrick County mug was a gift from our tourism director for one of the events I participated in. She's become a special friend and I like seeing this mug every morning by the kitchen window. And I love cobalt blue!
Lady Salt and Dame Pepper
I bought this pair of salt and pepper shakers at the store where I used to work, and they are a fun reminder of all the good times I had there for so many years. Dame Pepper has a couple of chips because she took a fall or two from the kitchen table.
Little Hen on a Basket
Mom bought me this little darling when I was pretty young, at the "Craft Shop" here in Meadows of Dan. I used to love going to visit with the delightful, and oh-so-patient owner of the interesting little place. It must have been a pain to have me wander in so often, but she never let me know. The old building is gone now; it was once a home, then the shop, and was torn down to expand a restaurant. There were some lovely old lilacs in the yard and I wish I had been able to save one of them.
Little Map Plate
Favorite cousin gave me this not long ago, but I remember that it has been one of the treasures of her house for a long time. When we were small my grandfather used to take us down to visit; he thought a great deal of both favorite cousin and her father, who was my grandfather's uncle. The men would talk in the cozy living room; Uncle in his big chair with the old clock ticking over his head and Grandpa sitting nearby so he could hear the conversation. My brother and I would clamber into the old daybed and watch birds outside the cunning window beside the fireplace, or play in the kitchen with the cat, who acted more like a dog and would romp with us like a small lion. Favorite cousin always had stories to tell and something interesting was always going on. There have been a few changes to the old house over the years but it always feels just like stepping into another century, a time that was warm and inviting where every visitor is special.
Blue Willow Platter
Aunt in Connecticut gave me this not long after I moved into the old family homeplace. The pattern is one that has always been popular with country women and there is a story that goes with the pattern, although the legend is probably apocryphal. When we were small my grandmother took care of us while our parents were and work. My aunt and uncle were teenagers at the time. Aunt was brilliant and active in high school but she still had time for a bratty little niece. I remember being invited into her room upstairs, where I was in awe of her special treasures and scrapbook. She loved cats and books and, along with her mother, she was a big influence on me when I was young.