We had a dinner for the women of our congregation last evening where we each wore an apron and shared an "apron story." I wore an apron that belonged to my maternal grandmother. It is green checked gingham with yellow edging and a pineapple appliqué. My mother made it for her, and one for my dad's mom as well, the Mother's Day when she was just pregnant with me. I don't remember seeing Grandma in it, but she apparently wore it a bit.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Living at the end of a windy mile and a half long mountain road, I frequently encounter various fauna as the pavement interrupts their trail. I have become convinced that were I so inclined I could generate a quiz entitled "Which Road-kill are You?" Maybe I'd name it something less gruesome, but I think an edgy title would get more hits.