1. Having a jeweler in the house can come in handy. The string in my JCCFS Bird Necklace broke. I guess I should have been expecting it, the necklace is close to 40 years old. Pap’s Mother, my Mamaw, worked in the gift shop at the folk school and gifted Granny with the necklace. At some point through the years I claimed it as my own. For the longest time I thought the pieces were wood, but they are actually clay. Chitter fixed the string mishap for me. She said she could make the bird lay better but she’d have to add a few of her beads. I told her I thought adding her craftsmanship would make the piece even more special than it already was.
2. This time of the year there is mud everywhere. You can forget about walking down the hill or out to the chickens without pulling on the rubber boots. And by all means be careful getting in or out of the car…unless you don’t mind wearing a big smear of dirt down your side.
3. I’ve become slightly obsessed with The Josh Williams Band’s version of Gordon Lightfoot’s Redwood Hill. I first heard the Country Gentlemen do the song, but there is something about the video above that just keeps hanging in my mind and on my computer screen. Maybe it’s because the manner in which the video was filmed makes you feel like you’re right there with them. Or maybe it’s that the videographer captured the special chemistry that exists between musicians who are making music and enjoying it. I’ve always told The Pressley Girls: “Make the music about you, about what exists between the two of you and you’ll always be successful. I’m not saying you’ll be rich, but the music you make will be worth something, it will be real.”
4. A few weeks ago The Deer Hunter, Chatter, and I took Pap to the VA for his first re-check after the heart attack. While Pap and I waited, The Deer Hunter and Chatter wandered around the hospital. A veteran who lives at the VA Nursing Home told Chatter he sure did like her water bottle. He said a bottle like that would probably keep his coffee warm all day. Chatter gave him her water bottle. When she told me she gave it to him, I’m ashamed to admit my first thought was that she shouldn’t have. It’s one of those fancy hiker type bottles and she’d saved up the money to buy it back before Christmas. Of course she should have given the bottle to him and I’m proud of her for doing so. Often the girls teach and lead me instead of me teaching and leading them.
5. I took the extremely blurry picture above out of the back window of The Deer Hunter’s truck as we were traveling through the snowy Nantahala Gorge. I was trying to capture the hanging icicles that lined the road. Chatter was riding in the backseat with me and was amazed by the length of the icicles. I told her when I was a little girl Pap stopped and got me one, just broke it right off and handed it to me. Chatter was totally impressed by my story and now I’m wishing we had stopped and broke one off for her.