Our heritage

This is similar to my memory of my grandmother's curved glass china cabinet. It had been saved from a fire back in the 1920s. My father inherited it from his mother, and then my sister moved it and all it's contents to her house . Yes she was that way. That's why I was estranged from her the last decade of her life.
 

Many years ago I played around with knitting Afghan blankets and experimenting with different stitches...I have mine, but I think my two oldest sons have long ago retired the ones I made for them. I enjoy being warm and under the weight of the yarn at night. I have fond memories of when I was sick as a child lying on the couch under the Afghan my grandmother had crocheted...vivid oranges, yellows and blacks. 

My Christmas gifts for myself...two pieces by Sarah Vekasi...a butter dish and matching honey pot. Oh her web site is sarahsunshinepottery.com.

I filled the honeypot with local raw honey after taking this photo.

I also spend time with Ancestry and have no younger relatives really interested in the family tree. It will not be kept going after I'm gone. Kind of a fun hobby that is meant to be valued by the future generations, but they don't really want it. I have many pieces of pottery that are also not going to be passed along to the next generations. I guess this has happened to many people with their families as well.

OK, I sound like a bitter old maid, don't I? Well I'm turning over a new leaf today! Let's celebrate beauty! I'll have a piece of art to share each day this month.

by Diane Leonard, American Impressionist

Today's quote:

We offer great rewards to a man who can tame a tiger, admire those who can train horses, monkeys, and elephants, and praise to the skies the author of some modest work. Yet we neglect women who have spent years and years nourishing and educating children.

 -Francois Poulain, author, philosopher, and priest (1647-1723)