There are so many things in my home. Some have moved with me through the years (make that decades).
This ‘thing’ was hand-made: a mitten shape with a couple of clothespins to hold memos. It was made by the husband of a school secretary who gave it to me when I left a teaching job back in my 20s. I’ve made in to my 50s & I still cherish it. It hangs in my kitchen where I can use it to hold a recipe card, a shopping list, or a memo to self don’t forget… but I like it best just being there.
When I see the word ‘range’ the song lyrics “Home, home on the range..” begin running through my head. But as a life long easterner there are not those kind of ranges anywhere near me. So…
this is my range, a cooking stove that has an oven and a flat top with burners or heating elements.
London, England is far away but this photo of the entrance to Waterloo Station invokes fond memories of day trips out of the city.
The stage is set for the period orchestra players to enter and perform live music.
One of my favorite things to cook, because it is also one of my favorite things to eat, is chicken pie.
As you can see from the photo I’m not talking chicken pot pie, but the classic chicken & gravy base with buttermilk biscuits on top that I remember from childhood.
No veggies or purchased puff pastry allowed!!
For a 21-year-old cat leaps are not as easy as they used to be.
They take some preparation, but smaller distances are possible.
No shortage of snow in our neck of the woods this winter.
This shot was taken from my porch looking over to a neighbor’s house.
My husband tries to ally himself with any feline that he meets.
He is pictured here giving a kiss to my Mom’s cat.
The illustration on the back of the M.B.T.A ticket makes me want to laugh. The melody & chorus to “Charlie on the M.T.A” pops into my brain so I giggle inwardly even more.“Did he ever return, /No he never returned /And his fate is still unlearn’d /He may ride forever /
‘neath the streets of Boston /He’s the man who never returned.”
In Boston for the weekend. Riding the T quite a bit. You keep hearing announcements for the next train stop. At one station I caught photos of the message boards also showing the announcement for the next train.