I can’t resist posting a couple of links…
Wes sent me several “Roger Bennett” links tonight. I thought I’d share. I was particularly saddened at the passing of Roger earlier this year as I especially like his music – his piano style and, additionally, was touched by his courageous and arduous battle against Leukemia. Here’s a tribute… Home Free – Roger Bennett.
And then one more… you’ll think: Wow! How’d they capture those shots?!? Well… take a look here ; photographs-taken-at-the-exact-right-time.
Okay… and one more:
Aprons are really making a come-back in some circles! Make it be so in yours! Here’s a sweet story I received – yep, about aprons:
The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven; It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids; And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled it carried out the hulls. In the fall the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that “old-time apron” that served so many purposes.”
“Grandma used to set her fresh hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughter’s set their frozen boxed pies on the window sill to thaw.”