Remembering Woody

Maybe I've posted this picture before. It is one of my favorites of me and my big fat cat Woody who died a couple of years ago at the age of 14. He had diabetes and loved ham. To my Danish blog friends, I've been singing "se den lille katte killing, nej hvor er den sød, den har fine hvide potter og en pelse så blød, den kan sige miow og spinne ligesom sin mor..........hen hvor muse bor.......I could go on, but am stuck on the last verse and I know I don't have all the words quite right. Maybe I need to find a Danish music CD. I could teach some fun songs to my grandboys.

Wanderings

Today I finished another pair of woolen socks, applied for retirement Social Security benefits and intereviewed for a job (very part time, nearby). My mantra today: I believe in life.

My Little Loom

Allow me to introduce my new rigid heddle loom received from my good husband for Christmas this year. He tracked down a receipt for yarn that I had purchased in the town where his mother lives, after having "visited" the loom with me at the store there. Never dreaming of having my own loom, I will now have to count on one of my weaving friends and/or one of my two weaving sisters to help me get started weaving in the New Year. I'm so excited. Isn't she pretty? I think I will name her "Jessie" for my mother who was the first loom weaver I knew.

Christmas Joy!

Christmas Blessings and Joy to all! These two boys (my dear grandsons, they are cousins who don't see each other often) bring me heartfelt pleasure and fun. And this is what Christmas is all about for me and my loved ones.

Christmas Treasures

Surprise! My youngest grandson who lives in Texas is going to join us for Christmas. We'll be traveling to pick him up on Saturday and not sure how long he will stay.

The Christmas Spirit is suddenly brighter in my house.

How much fun it will be to have our son, daughter, son-in-law, uncle, great-grandma, and grandboys one, two and three here on the morning of the greatest festival of all!

Poppy Quilt

The Poppy Quilt is almost finished and ready to send to my good sister who has moved to assisted living this past year. She is an artist who loves red. I hope it blesses her as much as it has me, for all the blocks were made by my dear quilting friends. I give thanks.

New Old Danish

When my father and mother returned to Nebraska after a four year adventure in Arizona, they were 78 and 72. My sisters and I attempted to learn a little more Danish while we still had the chance. One sister had ordered Danish language books and dictionaries and gave them as gifts. I still have the letters and lessons sent back and forth with Dad's corrections and comments. I also have a newer Danish dictionary and a Folkehøskolens Sangbog (Folkschool Songbook) that I purchased in Denmark in 1981. Dad died in 1982 and Mom in 1988. Connecting with new friends in Denmark via blogland has re-inspired me to work on the Danish again. I think Daddy would be smiling. The songs have been going through my head lately: Der Bor en Bager; Marken er Mejet; Sneflokke Kommer Vrimlende; Dejligt er Den Himmel Blå. I know them all by heart and they are still up there in my memory. What a joy. Daddy and I sang songs together as he lay dying. One was Et Barn er Født i Bethlehem. When my sister and I sang our songs to Danish relatives when we were there, one cousin said that we sounded like "farmers from Copenhagen" because we had learned an older dialect from our dad who immigrated in 1927. These memories are so precious.