throughout my life, i have shared the table with many people who have nourished me. my maternal grandmother is one.
she loved to cut grass, quilt, cook, preserve foods, make pickles, grow flowers, and enter cake contests. as a young woman, she attended college on a piano scholarship for one year before her father decided there was no need for women to be educated. while her father may have taken her out of music school, but he could never, ever take the love of music out of my grandmother who went on to teach each of her 14 grandchildren to play the piano. one cousin – the one who lived his childhood years in the far away land called new jersey – played the trombone.
which could be the equivalent of the piano in new jersey, i don’t really know.
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i like the way you have placed the musical notes here and the hands are great. story cloth. my favorite.
thanks, jude. the hands are cut from fabric i dyed in the sun in the driveway of a friend.
Ha! Am reading backwards here tonight and felt compelled to remark that I grew up in new jersey. Played the piano. But really REALLY wanted to play the trombone.
well, acey, that must be another reason i like you so much. this cousin i’m talking about – the one raised in the foreign land of new jersey – i adore him. even if he is now a bishop in the episcopal church;)