Well, as I said in my last autoharp related blog post, I am delighted with the OS GD diatonic autoharp. It delighted me so much that when I spotted a lovely walnut and cedar GDA autoharp in a slightly scaled down design I was instantly smitten with Autoharp Acquisition Syndrome or AAS (tongue in cheek joke among people who enjoy autoharps so much they end up with several, usually one chromatic and several diatonics). This lovely instrument became mine after some budget negotiations with my beloved hubby. So now I have a lovely sounding walnut and cedar autoharp that is … Continue reading
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I recall that day very well. I also recall the anger and hatred exhibited by Catholics and non-Catholics alike. I recall thinking how essential it is to pray for our enemies and ask God to bless them and how that seemed to be forgotten in the anger after. I don’t hate those who did this, but I do hold them accountable for their actions. I pray for our enemies and ask God to bless them even while I desire to see our borders closed so that terrorists don’t have an easy path into our country. REMEMBER: This evil was done … Continue reading
I recall the library in Wapakoneta Ohio as a kid, it was wonderful with lots of books and a librarian who would help you find something if you simply couldn’t find it. I remember the smell, the quiet peace, the card catalogs I loved so much, the wonder of books. The pleasures of a library can get deep into your mind and stay with you for life. My collection started with books given to me as a child, or books chosen from bookstores or book order forms sent home from school. The books multiplied and my mom humored me and … Continue reading
Everyone has heard the phrase “Culture Shock” where a person from one region moves to a new place and the differences in the culture of the new place are difficult for that person to understand and they have to struggle to adjust. Meet “Technology Shock” where the simple machines of my childhood have been eclipsed by technology I never imagined. A year ago I dove into the fun of looking for a new sewing machine. I recalled that years before there were the two choices of sewing machine and/or serger and I toyed with the idea that owning one of … Continue reading
I remember my first sewing machine, it was tiny and you turned the crank to make the needle rise and fall. I recall bugging my mother for pieces of fabric so I could try to make something. I don’t recall ever having much success, and the later “sewing machine” that used a glue cartridge was not much more successful. But those early toy sewing machines started something deep inside me that no matter what I went on to do, never died out. Later, I learned more about cutting out from a pattern in a 4-H project I never managed to … Continue reading