Three Cool Blogs for Monday

1.
Mystery Writing is Murder is a new blog I stumbled across this morning. I was so taken with the first post on how oral storytelling fits into her life as a writer and as a mom that I flipped back a couple of weeks and found out that she is writing her mystery novels near my own home town - Charlotte, NC. - and get this, she was born in Anderson, SC - home of Keaslers, Elrods, Howards and Moores. Can't resist such a serendipity. For writers her blog roll is a rich resource.


2.
This time every year I itch to buy notebooks, pens and folders for school.
Travelin Oma is offering everybody that chance with her 12 week writing seminar - which started today. I have been waiting anxiously for her to post the first "class notes". I knew it would be good - and it is.
Check it out. Join the fun - and start writing. The prompts and suggestions fit for storytellers as well. We all want to tell a story. Hope to see you sitting across from me.

First Day Assignment: Write the title of a memoir you might write.

"The Sink Drains Up".
Blinded by the title, I walked blithely into being president of a small art college having little idea of what lay ahead. I expected to meet some challenges... and I did. However the day I walked into the sculpture studio and discovered that the clogged sink drained UP I realized I had jumped into the deep-end - and remembered - I can't swim.


3.
And don't miss the way Granny Sue turns a family story into a romantic legend and then tops it with a surprise twist - family reconnections across an ocean.

On the Road,

On the Road

The other day I wrote that I was trying to figure out how many cds to send to the marketplace at the International Storytelling Festival.

Sean Buvala, storyteller and producer, can always be counted on for good advice and he shared from his experience with cd sales. Kate Dudding, also a storyteller and producer, as usual cut to the chase. She suggested I talk with someone who has been there. So I called Kim Weitkamp, who was a smash hit on the Exchange Place Stage last year. Kim was on the road - headed toward yet another week-end storytelling gig. She called me back from a Coffee Shop when she pulled off the highway for a break. Kim is a great person to talk to - friendly, funny and brimming with good, practical advice. She told me she sent about 50 and that she sold out one and almost sold out the other. " I was disappointed but Bill Lepp told me - that was good for a first timer at Jonesboro." Three voices is a charm. I am packing 50 - 25 each of two cds.

TIP: Talk to people. Think it through and ask questions.

August 29, 2009

Remembering Mama and Daddy. They share August 29 as the anniversary of their deaths.

Daddy died August 29, 1994.

Mama died August 29, 2008 - one year ago.

Rest in Peace.

Biglerville, PA Library, Peaches,

A Bit of Local PA History
Recently Jim and I spent some time exploring the local area near our place outside Gettysburg.

Harbaugh-Thomas Library.
The reading room in the new Biglerville, PA Library is so inviting - large, airy, light-filled room. Completely wi-fied. Calls out to you to come and sit a spell. The library is part of the Adams County Library System.

We stopped in to watch the craftswoman demonstrating wheat-weaving. Just missed her. But will definitely make it for the Lacemaking demonstration on September 5.

The series of special Saturday events is part of the celebration of the 100th birthday of the Thomas Brothers Country Store. The Country Store has a long-interesting history which includes being a favorite of the Eisenhowers when they were in-residence at their near-by farm.

This area is in the heart of the PA apple industry. After exploring the Library we drove down the way to the National Apple Museum. Its one of the best "attic museums" I have ever investigated. We watched a very informative film produced by the Apple Growers and U. Penn about the apple industry. Let me tell you successfully growing apples is way more complicated that being Johnny Appleseed.














PEACHES
Hollabaugh's Orchard Store on the Carlisle Road is a must stop for us whenever we are at our place. For a long time it was my landmark so that I did not miss the next right turn - our road.

We have been eating PA peaches from Hollabaughs Orchards in Biglerville all week. And they are deeee-licious. Jim filled a large cloth bag to the brim and mixed the varieties. I partcularly love mixing white peaches with the familiar yellow.

August in Paris, On the Road,

Notre Dame Cathedral
Paris, France
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One of my favorite photos. Talk about hot. An August sweltering day when even the usually cool interior could not protect the candles.

On the Road

Called National Media Services first thing this morning to to check on my CD delivery. Yes. Shipped on time. Scheduled for delivery this afternoon. TIP: Follow-up. Don't leave your plan to chance. A follow-up phone call can often forestall big head-aches.

Come Along with Me.

On the road to Jonesborough

- - today marks 37 days until I step on a stage at the National Storytelling Festival for the first time - for real. What a serendipity - for a nod to Patti Digh of 37 Days blog.

Every year I have told stories in the Festival Story Swap Tent but my dream has been to one day step out on a stage in one of the big tents to tell one of my stories.

This year I have that opportunity. If you are in Jonesborough for the Festival you will find me at Exchange Place on Friday October 2 . If you are going to be there please let me know. I will be looking for smiling, friendly faces.

Exchange Place allots each teller time to tell one story - - 12 minutes. Not a lot of time... but it feels like an important 12 minutes to me.

Now there is a road to go before those fun 12 minutes.

All storytellers know that it takes more that stepping in front of a mic.

Last year I blogged throughout the storytelling festival. This year I thought I'd share my road to Jonesborough, too. And it starts with this post.

Meeting deadlines. Lists, Lists, Lists

Lists are always the key for me. First I think through all the prep needed and the deadlines connected with them. Then I make the plan with a calendar in hand. Starting at the end and working backwards to the start of the plan to be sure that I don't leave out anything or leave anything until the last minute.

As I look forward to going to Jonesborough, October 2 is the over-all target date - but there is lot to do between now and then. Today I am working on CD numbers.

The festival's Marketplace will sell my CDs but its up to me to provide inventory. I have to ship the CDs September 1 to meet the Festival deadline - 3 weeks ahead of the festival.

How many CDs to send is up to me. Today I'm counting my CDs on hand and watching for the UPS truck. I ordered more CDs 10 days ago. With luck they will arrive tomorrow as expected.

The question is - How many CDs should I send. The festival sells on commission and the unsold inventory belongs to the tellers at the end of the Festival.

So here's what's on my mind as I count the CDs - the down economy, my up-front inventory costs and the big question - - the number of sales likely for a 12 minute teller?

What do you think? How many CDs would you send?

Frieze Frame

Did you know?
Today is Women's Equality Day
Let's Not Forget

THE ERA
Comments by Jennifer McCleod, National Coordinator of the ERA Network.

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Tuesday - Grow your family

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Grandparents. Yesterday my friend Jennie sent me a list of kids' sayings and observations about grandparents . Jim and I are long-distance grand-parents. We have logged a peck of sky miles to visit our grandsons who live on the West Coast so this one was just too true.

A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. "Oh," he said, "she lives at the airport, and when we want her, we just go get her.. Then, when we're done having her visit, we take her back to the airport."

When Robin and family moved to San Francisco they lived in a furnished transit apartment while they were waiting to get into their new house. Jim and I went out to help with the children while Robin managed the move. We stayed at the Embassy Suites Hotel where we had room to have the kids over, take them for breakfast, eat fresh poppped popcorn in the lobby every afternoon and watch the fish in a huge in-door fish pond. After we flew home Scotty, the youngest , then about three, pointed out the hotel and told his mother, "I want to go and see Weezie and Grandpa at their house." How I wished it was that simple.

When I was growing up we always lived within walking distance of both grandmothers. I was closest to Granny - that's what I called my mother's mother. When I started school we lived one block and two houses from Granny and I could walk - by myself - to her house anytime I wanted to. I loved that - and so did she. Or if she didn't she never let on to me.

I loved being with her - sitting and listening to her programs on the radio, or riding to the grocery store. Going downtown to shop with her was a real adventure and it seemed to me on those occasions that my grandmother knew everybody in Charlotte because she spoke to them all on the street and in the stores. We played rummy and she let me bang on my aunt's piano. Some times she even let me explore the storage house by my self. we snapped beans and shelled peas and often I watched her make biscuits and mix up a cake - all from scratch. And, she talked to me. I don't remember what we talked about - I just remember that we talked and it was good.

Jim and I both left our home towns to make our fortunes and so our children did not live near either set of grandparents. I was disappointed for them that they did not have that close relationship with grandparents. Jim's parents in California did not travel and air fares for five were too expensive for our pocketbooks until the kids were in elementary school. We flew out when Jimmy and Karen were babies and I was pregnant with Robin. And then not again until all were in late elementary school.

My mother was just forty when my first child was born. She was excited and I think she wanted to embrace grand-parenting but before she had a chance to try it she had another baby and was back into mothering a new baby of her own. She got side-tracked from grandchildren. We lived far away and its hard to be a long distance grand parent when you have a baby on your knee.

Looking back I wish I had been wise enough to adopt grandparents for them - grandparents who lived next door or one block and two houses away. If anyone asks me that's the advice I would give them. That must be how the "old-time" settlers re-familied themselves when they moved west for better land to farm or new opportunities.

Today technology helps to bridge distances . We can talk on the cell phone from anywhere, use Skype and see the kids as we talk to them, email, or write blogs. But it cannot replace having someone who is part of your daily life, some one to share a cup of coffee or someone to hold your hand on a hard day.

So I say - - adopt. Grow your family.

Granny's Storage House - Installation

Granny's Storage House
Installation
Gallery 10 , Washington, DC
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Its fun to gather memories into an idea.

My grand mother had a storage house on the back end of her garage. She stored out of season items and all sorts of other stuff in that magical place.

I loved the summer day when Granny and John cleaned it out. They took everything out. It looked like a neighborhood yard sale but it was all Granny's and every bit went back in once the place was swpt and dusted and hosed out. To a five year old every bit of it was treasure. That was the start of my fascination with other people's belongings.

Three Beautiful Things

1. Waking up to the quiet in the country.

2. Sharing an old-time summer supper -fried chicken, corn on the cob, a platter of red luscious slices of locally grown tomatoes, black-eyed pea salad and hot biscuits - with a good friend. Ann
arrived bearing peach dumplings and ice cream for dessert. We have not seen Ann since we visited her in Paducah last October when I was telling stories at the Grand Rivers Storytelling Festival. We had LOTS to talk about.


3. A bit of time traveling.
All the pictures on my Mac are several years old because I don't upload new ones to this computer . For some reason I have trouble working with the photo files on my Mac - so this morning I decided to brave that frustrating wilderness again. Opened up in IPhoto and found lots of memories waiting for me.
We saw these singing seals on a Central California
beach near Hearst Castle two years ago when we were out for Christmas. Those were sweet days. And we are looking forward to being there again this coming December - when Jimmy and his family will be there also. A full family holiday at Avila Beach. That's 121 days from now - but who is counting?

When I mentioned Sally, someone Ann and I know, she was reminded of a time when Sally and her husband lived in Ireland. Which brought up stories of her trip to Ireland. Which led to Jim and I telling a few bits about our trip to Ireland. You know how those games of conversation go. So this morning I had fresh memories when I came upon this picture of Jim and me at Dublin Castle.
I had a particular reason for wanting to see Dublin Castle.
I have a handwritten note from my Daddy's grndfather, John Walter Cobb saying: "my mother Catherine Lonergan Cobb was born in Dublin Castle." Everyone I asked about it when we were in Ireland shook their heads doubtfully. "maybe her mother lived below-stairs" I suggested. Even that was doubted. And I did not have enough information or time to research further. That's how it goes with family history. Checking you sometimes lose the myth - but maybe digging would give me an even better story. At least now I am in the story.

Free and Easy

The Time Traveler's Wife is a popular movie right now. I haven't seen it yet - but I will - because I sometimes feel like I am a time traveler. Maybe you are too.

I often talk about using photos as story prompts. You see me do it as I write this blog. You can read my talk about that in an article which is published on Storyteller.net.

But there are other ways to time travel - to touch base with other moments of your life.

Recovered these drawings when I was
cleaning out my studio recently.

I love to doodle with colored sharpies.

Photos are not the only way to remember a moment in time. These drawings were done in Pa. Looking at them I know when and where and a bit about how I was feeling that day.

It was hot. I was sitting in the den looking across an expanse of fields toward South Mountain where Lee led his troops into Gettysburg.



I try always to draw at least three sketches at one sitting so that I have a more complete look at the way I am selecting colors, lines and shapes. Three tells more about my mood and feelings of the moment. Is it any wonder artists hold onto sketch books and their works, finished and unfinished for years - each is a moment in time.

If I needed titles for these I would call them Landscapes, 1, 2 and 3 - but don't be fooled - I would be talking about my inner landscape.

Its a good thing to remember when you are looking at any art work - much of the meaning is private - the meaning you give it comes from you.

A good art teacher always asks the artist - what did you intend here - before they start telling them what to do - to fix it.

You know - like life!

Happy Day, Happy Birthday

Two happy events in the family today

Chris and Ariel

Today is their wedding day. Wishing them every happiness.

Happy Birthday, Kathy.

Hope blessings and hugs fill your day.

PS: If we ever have a doppelganger contest for Daddy my money is on this grandson.

Do you have look-alikes in your family? We surely do in our grandson Dan. He is a red-haired copy of Jim at the same age. Jim's older brother called last week. "Robin and her boys are here." I told him. "Did that other little Jimmy come? I knew he meant Danny and we laughed. I knew he was remembering Jim at the same age.

Thinking about Kathy - do you have a favorite birthday? From childhood or after? I have a number that stand out for me. The most romantic surprise was on my birthday in 2003 in Venice when Jim took me to Flavins on San Marco Piazza for high tea.

Thinking about Chris and Ariel on their wedding day - I was delighted by Travelin Oma today as she tells her "love story". Isn't that lovely? Have you ever thought of your courtship, your marriage, your life with someone as your "love story." It is all in how one approaches the story isn't it?

RESOLVED

Backing up to Monday. Robin and the boys had a 5:50 PM flight from Dulles which gave us most of the day for chatting, eating, packing and a last minute excursion to the National Museum of Health and Medicine.

The museum is located in a sad building on the Campus of Walter Reed Medical Center, behind the hospital. This is way out Georgia Avenue and not easily accessible so people do not flock to it. We live about 20 minutes from it so it was an easy trip for us and perfect considering our time pressures.

When we saw this poster out front we were surprised at the serendipity of our coming here.

We were curious about this exhibit before we entered the building and we had some clues as to the subject.

You see, in his latest Army Reserve assignment our son Jim works in the office that works with issues involving recovering the remains of lost members of the military. Jim had shown us a very touching film, Keeping the Promise, just a few days before.
The exhibit would take us further in understanding the history and evolution of methods used to identify remains.

For instance the first American soldier on record who was identified is a Major from the Revcolutionary War. They called out Paul Revere and he identified him by a dental appliance he had made for the Major.

Today identification methods include material remains, fingerprinting,

all the way to DNA.

OOPS. I have to leve for a bit. Will finish later.

Camera Come-back, St. Anthony, the Dentist

There is always that let-down when special guests go home, isn't there? Our house is quiet this morning and it feels a bit empty. Ah, me. The price of having had so much family close.

And then there is the getting it back together. I didn't write about our "surprise" sightseeing because I cannot find my camera - the good camera, mind you - so the pictures are missing. I am searching. I have called in St. Anthony and I am hoping, ala Mr. Micawber, that "the camera will turn up."

I am retracing all my steps. Yes, yes, I know when I used it last - when we dropped Robin and the boys off at Dulles. It was in front seat of the van. We came straight home. My fear is that it tumbled in with the trash. Yesterday was the pick-up.

I am sorry about the camera, yes - but I can get another one. Its a loss you can throw money at and heal. Its the pictures that I am really worried about. They cannot be replaced.

AH - Do you believe it! Jim just this minute walked in waving my camera. He found it in a plastic bag downstairs!!!!
Saint Anthony to the rescue!.

Jim is named for Saint Anthony

and a few years ago we visited Padua

to pay homage to his patron saint.

From the time I was a kid I have heard family stories of how St. Anthony can find things. How he always comes through. My grandmother and later my mother always said, "say a prayer to St. Anthony. He will find it for you." And he always has.

Oops. I will finish this later. Now I have to leave for the dentist. Teeth are another thing you can throw money at.

Later

Back from the dentist. I survived - to return another day.

New experience this morning. My dentist has moved his office. Tensed, I lay back in the comfortable leather dental chair. Then I noticed the flat tv screen installed in the ceiling over the chair. Ah. Ha. It works. 'Can you turn that to the USA Channel?" And they did. Wrapped in wide ear phones I had a different view of today's NCIS Marathon. Sweet.

The Group Shot and Stories

Sunday night, just before we broke up , Jimmy

herded everyone - including Princess Leia - together for this picture of our group.

Always before we have taken these group photos on the stairs, everyone seated, everyone in the frame. This year we could not fit all these folks in so we lined up. Next time Danny goes in back and Jim steps forward.

Yesterday Robin and her three boys flew back to California. Their Jet Blue flight landed safely just before midnight (our time).

In the afternoon Jim and Monica drove Alison back to The College of William and Mary for another year of smartening up.

We will reconvene our clan - years ago the kids named us the Jimowee Clan - in December at Avila Beach for Christmas.

Until then we collect stories to tell.

MORE STORIES
I have more stories to tell. We finished off the sightseeing with a surprise find that is quite moving. I will write about that later today. Robin is telling her stories of the trip on 93 Words.

Ford's Theater

We had a great day for our trip to Ford's Theater.

Its located on a quiet block of downtown Washington, DC where modern day high rise buildings tower over narrow historic row-houses and the reconstructed theater where Abraham Lincoln was shot April 14, 1865.

After a brief wait in line we can enter the newly re-done museum in the basement of the theater where carefully planned exhibits tell the story of the period and of the plot and day that John Wilkes Booth assassinated President Lincoln.

We have several generations of exhibit readers in our group. I was happy to see the youngest, Scotty, so caught up in the story that he stopped to check everything out. And not surprised at all to see that our son Jim stills reads all the fine print. Its something he learned

by watching his father.

The curators have skillfully produced videos to complement the telling of this story.


This is the "Show Stopper" - - the gun that John Wilkes Booth used to shoot Abraham Lincoln.


I was particularly interested in the panels which showed profiles of the members of the conspiracy as this was a new inclusion in the exhibits and widened the story.

The first part of the "tour" is a self-guided

visit through the museum. After that comes the presentation in the theater itself where a Park Ranger tells the story of the building and of the event.

Ricca, our narrator, was a terrific storyteller and she brought the story to life and filled in with details that took you into the moment of the story.

"it was Good Friday, the box was not always decorated like this - they prepared it specially for Lincoln's attendance, John Wilkes Booth found out Lincoln would attend that night when he stopped by the theater to pick up his mail, the door to the box was unguarded, it was a 12 foot jump from the box to the stage, one shot to the head at close range, he never regained consciousness."

Three doctors carried President Lincoln's body across the street to Petersen House. He was shot at 10:22 PM. He died the next morning in the back bedroom on the first floor of this genteel boarding house. His family and members of his cabinet were at the bedside.

The shop is filled with all things Lincoln. I bought inexpensive and easily packable pencils as a souvenir for each of the kids. I wanted them to remember the day and more to remember me telling them that they descend from Tunis Hood, NC pioneer, and that "all the direct descendants of Tunis Hood are kinsman of Abraham Lincoln." (page 351, The Tunis Hood Family Book) You know you have to chose your teachable moments.


A nice day for standing in line. And, standing in line is time for talking.

For memories.

Ford's has been a working theater since 1968 and we have memories of family outings in the 1970s for GodSpell and Joseph and His Technicolor Dream Coat.

Robin was reminded that when she was in Junior High School she came to Ford's Theater with another family on her "first date."

"I also came to Ford's in the big yellow bus when we were studying Lincoln." she told the boys.

Next day it was fun to find our group talking about the trip to Ford's with the boys joining in adding what they remembered, what they read, things they saw.

We set the memory. We added ourselves to the story.

Sunday

A great day yesterday.

We did make memories

in the shadow of the Capitol.

Ford's Theater, Museum of Natural History

and all the wonders in that grand old building.

And topping it off with

Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince

in the Imax theater.

An eye-full.

Later feasting on Chinese take-out at Jimmy and Monica's to tie up the day.

But the very best part
was that whatever we were doing
We were together.

We laughed and talked and talked.
and agreed.
We can't all be together often but when we are we make it
a Festival.

Marking this visit - our grand kids together. Last time Juliana towered over them all. There has been a role-reversal with Jamie topping the pyramid and Danny just behind.

Making Memories

Stil Life Memories of a day in France.

We are starting out early this morning to make some memories here with a sightseeing trip downtown with our grandsons. Ford's Theater is stop #1 and then on to the Spy Museum.

Looking forward to the fun of it.

Friday- White Plume Hat,

Thinking of my sister Kathy

and wishing her a day

of many blessing

when

"all will be well."

Elie Hall Keasler Baer

Mama's "mama"

Love this hat!

I look like Granny but I can't wear hats

and I am really sorry about that.

The stack of hats

on the top shelf in my closet

shows how often I try.

Does that say something

about not accepting what is?

FOOD FOR THOUGHT Last night while the grandkids were gathered here they were looking for a game to play. "Check the plastic tub in my studio", I offered, telling my grand-daughter where I keep my stash of precious savings. A bit later she came back, empty-handed and laughing, "that's a museum of games. Nothing worth playing." And, the others laughed too.

I did not laugh. I listened and took note. What's the message?

This morning I woke up envisoning a new art work - an assemblage which somehow incorporates the pieces of those relics - those games that have out-lived their newness. Perhaps wrapped in a heavy black plastic bag.

Doll Table at a Flea Market in Nice, France

Thursday- Happy Birthday RBD, NC, Grandsons.

Happy Birthday Daddy.

Robert Bernard Diggle

August 13, 1914

August 29, 1994

Daddy was 39 years old when this picture was taken for the Snips and Cuts, my high school annual. He was pictured as a sponsor for me when I was an editor for the annual.

When I look at this picture today I hardly know him. My memories of those days are such a mixed bag. Home life was turbulent. I would leave to go away to school only a year later - the oldest child flying the coop.

I would never live in Charlotte again. Yet I still feel tied to the place and the people.

TALKING ABOUT NORTH CAROLINA

Robin and her boys arrived last night after their sojourn in North Carolina - Robin is enjoying the after-glow of seeing old friends and re-visiting her Alma Mater. Chapel Hill and UNC captured the boys. They loved it. Impressed by the campus and the great tour they had. Oh, yes, lets not forget the new basketball museum - which is a winner. All would like to cash their "legacy" chip. Who Knows. Its a long way from California. But, I tell you, I loved hearing them rave about Carolina and I do believe they learned something about their Mom - a Phi Beta Kappa grad of a great school. That alone is worth the trip.

GRANDSON

Boy have they grown in a year. Taller, broader, louder, more social, fun, a pleasure to be around. I have forgotten how growing boys forage for food - standing in front of the refrigerator, peering in, "just checking". Scarfing down two angel food cakes in a swallow. I will be back at the Safeway again today.

Sleeping in. Spreading out. Filling the space with their presence. All is good.

Today is set for sightseeing downtown - the Archives, Ford's Theater, and the Museum of History and Technology.

"Just a bit" says Robin. Hmm. I may take a by on that and stay here to re-load the refrigerator, and cook supper.

Tomorrow Jimmy has set up a tour of the Pentagon. He (an active Army Reserve Colonel) had to get special permission to bring in a crowd of guests. Talk about walking. I have to rest up if I plan to go for that.

GIFT FROM CHAPEL HILL

Robin stopped by the Ackland Art Museum and picked up the catalog for the Alwyth show - the artist Jim and I saw when we were there recently. I am so glad to have it. The essays are great, giving more insight into her work. The illustrations are pretty good. I am glad I have seen the work though and am not relying just on these photos. I woke up early this morning and studied the catalog for an hour. My head is filling with ideas and my fingers are itching to cut and paste. Hmmmm. Don't talk. DO.

AND DO I MUST

But I have to remind myself right now - before I can cut and paste there is the storytelling work to do. Fanny ( the producer) called last night to check arrangements for my ERA performance in Hagerstown, MD September 20. I am telling in Kensington September 2, and in Frostburg, Md September 19. And over all of that - looms - the taxes - as Jim reminded me yesterday. We extended because of Jim's surgery and recovery. He has completed what he needs to to - and he is waiting for mine. I have been saying "tomorrow, Rhett, tomorrow." for weeks. I guess my tomorrows have just run out. ARGHHHHHHHHH.

A Preview

Robin and her sons have been in NC since Sunday checking out colleges. When we spoke briefly last night she told me they were "having a blast".

I see this morning that that she left some clues on 93 words.

More will be revealed when they get back tonight. I am eager to see them and looking forward to their stories. Especially of the time they spent at Carolina, Robin's alma mater. How was it for her to go back with her sons in tow?

Tuesday-Three Beautiful Things: Wisdom, Friendship and Storytelling. Happy Birthday Juliana

Granny's Collage
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Three Beautiful Things

1. Being at a meeting this morning with a room filled by wise women who share their wisdom.

2. Lunch with my artist friend Pat. We have been having lunch together on Tuesdays at a funky Tea Room in Kensington for more than five years. We talk about art and movies and anything else that comes up. We know each other well. Its good time.




3. After lunch I wandered the shops in Kensington for a while on my own - perusing the old treasures in the Antiques Market. Looking for prompts - things that could prod my memory for new stories. The Northlands Storytelling Journal was in the mail when I arrived at home. Proud to have my article on Using Photos as Story Prompts included in this issue.

Special Day!

A rose for Juliana on her birthday.