River of Stones, Jan.12

Yesterday’s post stirred memories for many of you who had someone close who sewed for you. While the pot was being stirred, many more memories arose for me, as well. One, I remember a quilting bee in my maternal grandmother’s kitchen. This is where several friends gathered to do the hand quilting of the pieced and layered quilts. Another memory, every year for Christmas my mom would make a flannel shirt for all the men and boys in the family; and my dolls got new dresses. 

Along with all the warm fuzzies, some of the not-so-fond memories appeared. I remember early lessons in patience as I watched Mom shop for all those fabrics at McCrory and G.C. Murphy Co., two five-and-dime stores on Main Street in town, and the endless measuring and cutting, folding and bagging. Mom didn’t drive, so Dad would usually drop us off in town on his way to work at the coal mine when he worked the afternoon shift; then we’d take a cab home. 

Sixth grade brought lessons in humility. I was the only girl in class whose mother made her dresses. Oh, how I wanted a store-bought dress! It didn’t help that one girl made a point of informing everyone of the fact, and how she could tell mine were homemade. Mom tried to comfort me by telling me the girl only did that out of jealousy, for her mother didn’t sew. It didn’t help much. In the not-too-distant past, homemade was changed to handmade, giving these items the value they deserve. 


Hubby is off for the weekend to visit his parents, and this brings me to today’s small stone. 

The little black car pulled out and onto the street , leaving an empty spot in both the driveway, and my heart. 

River of Stones, Jan.9

The weekend hurried by, didn’t it?
The dishwasher made it into the house, just not quite where it needs to be yet. Hubby crawled under the house multiple times, and made two trips to the hardware store to facilitate the plumbing modification.  

While he worked on that, I sat in my recliner multi-tasking (with the remote control–so I could mute the commercials and visit blogs) and watched the Broncos/Steelers football play-off game. I must say I was happy with the outcome. 🙂 …of the game, that is.

I had the weekend’s dishes stacked up, ready to try out the new appliance; but I ended up washing them by hand. The positive side to that is: calories burned! 

Here’s my mindfully written small stone, and then, I’m off to bed.

Darkness lurks outside my window tonight. The overcast sky hides the moon, leaving illumination to the streetlight.