Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
this will be short.....this week is about my adventure with the turkey knife! while slicing off a piece of turkey for lunch the knife slipped and cut my left index finger instead.......nasty, nasty knife!!! seven stitches near the tip.....no play viola for a while, but it will heal well quickly. i am too impatient to type one-handed today, so bye bye!! maybe more later when i have two hands.......oh, i am so sorry, mr. finger!!!!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
While a freshman in college I decorated my dorm room wall with a poster of the castle Neuschwanstein in Germany. It exemplified my childhood notion of what a castle should be. I imagined playing my violin in a high turret.
As I aged I learned more about castles and decided my childhood dream was just that. A real castle would be a large, cold, drafty place and probably very lonely. And no knights in shining armor...no princes.
I did have one castle in my life, though. It was a small, one story white building in the rear of my grandparents' backyard. The Castle, the name of my Aunt Peggy's art studio, was a castle of possibilities. Aunt Peggy was a painter, sculptor, silversmith, and potter....and probably more I have forgotten about. Her castle evolved by growing turrets of imaginary creations. Below was space to study, sketch and create. There was bagged clay on the floor near a potter's wheel, a kiln for firing pots and jewelry, cabinets and shelves of painting supplies, a wall of silversmith tools, drawers of gems and polished stones, and bookcases of ideas in print. Long built-in seats covered with bright cushions lined two walls and oil paintings hung above. It was a cheerful, happy place full of light, color and whimsy. It smelled of clay and paint.
Whenever my sister and I visited we went to The Castle with my aunt. I loved it. We usually painted or drew, but sometimes we tried other things. One summer my aunt taught us how to do copper enameling and we each made jewelry with her help. It was fun just to go through her books, look at the supplies (such as a hunk of amethyst I remember), play with clay, or watch my aunt.
My interest turned to music, but thanks to her I appreciated any art work my children created at home or made at school. I especially loved their drawings. All enjoyed drawing and did it well. I marveled at their work (it is hard work for me).
My aunt passed away many years ago, before the birth of my firstborn. I sometimes think of her and how much my boys and she would have enjoyed each other had she lived longer. Oh, what a wonderful heritage I have!
Today's post is a list of snow thoughts.
Powdered sugar sprinklings
Mexican Wedding Cakes
Falling cherry blossoms
Neighborhood owl and his soft, quiet hoots
Splashes of red from cardinals
Fluffy blanket to cover up the "uglies"
Ice cream, hot cocoa
Clean and pure
Paintings by Jack Frost
Cozy cottages covered in snow
A Christmas Carol
Feeble attempts at building snowmen
Anticipating NO SCHOOL!!
Jumping in drifts
Making first footprints after a snowfall
Watching our dog play in the snow
Flocked Christmas trees
Country friends unable to travel home stayed with us instead ....fun and games!
The sound of spinning tires
Crunchy sound when walking on very cold, snow-covered walks
Snuggling under cozy blankets
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