During my father’s first military assignment in Crete, Greece, we lived in Hersonissos, a large village by a harbor. I was a pre-teen then, but I do remember its beauty and its kind people. I also remember my mother gathering with the village women each evening in a circle of chairs outside on the patio of one of their homes. For hours, they would sit, talk and crochet. My mother taught herself to crochet intricate doilies, both large and small, by watching the women. She made gorgeous pieces for me and my sister as well as our children. I still have these pieces today and plan to pass them on to my sons and their families in the future. Each one is a unique piece of art that takes on such a special meaning because they were created by the hands of my mother. Continue reading “A Long Denim Jacket and A Walk Down Memory Lane”
I’ve talked before on this blog about all the unique places in our downtown. I am amazed that for as long as I’ve lived here, I still find little nooks and crannies that I have never seen before. That happened to my husband and me after we went out to dinner earlier this week. We like to explore after our meal just to see what’s new in town. After pulling into a parking area so we could walk around, he noticed this little pathway between two buildings. It was lined with shrubs and had climbing plants on one wall and the lattice at the back. It connected two different parking areas between buildings, but really led nowhere special. Still, standing on this pathway made us feel as if we were in a secret garden. It was magical.