Band of Gold: Freda Payne

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Blackbird: The Beatles

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road: Elton John

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

A Whiter Shade of Pale: Procol Harum

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: photo

“Give crayons. Adults are disturbingly impoverished of these magical dream sticks.”

Posted January 24, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

The morning is cold but gives hint of a warmer day. The sun is bright, the sky a cloudy blue. The air has the aroma of burning wood. I was struck right away by how much it felt like a Ghanaian morning during the harmattan when the air was downright cold and filled with the sweet smell of burning wood from the compounds outside the school grounds. They were my favorite mornings.

My car had a dusting of snow on the windshield and the back window but barely enough to cover. There must have been flurries earlier. The high today will be 34˚. The wind is slight.

I made no lists for today. Yesterday I was busy in the house, and I also hauled boxes and bags to the trunk which had finally defrosted. The dump is closed until Wednesday, and my larder is full so I have no reason to go out and about. I have a new book I got for Christmas just waiting to be read, the new Patricia Cornwell. I have everything I need.

I used to like to color. Every Christmas I always got a new coloring book and crayons. Sometimes my mother and I would sit at the kitchen table and color together. She beautifully shaded the crayons so there were light and dark colors. I was a bit blunter with my colors. My favorite colors were the reds. My least favorite color was white. You could never see it on the paper, only feel it. I only remember using it for Santa’s beard and fur and for clouds.

We always had construction paper in the house. We’d use it for all sorts of crafts and projects. I remember we used to draw on the different colored papers then we’d cut out our drawings. We’d glue popsicle sticks to the backs of our cut-outs using more than enough white glue, and we’d make puppets of a sort. I remember stick figures were my specialty. Females wore skirts, the only way to differentiate between my male and female stick figures.

I always liked sticking my fingers into the bowl to mix flour and water to make paste so we could sculpt with the papier-mâché and strips of newspaper. We used balloons covered in papier-mâché to make piñata’s one year. They were deep and round, and we decorated using crepe paper.

I am so much older now and much has changed. One thing, though, has not. I still draw stick figures. The females still wear skirts, colored skirts now.

Good Vibrations: Beach Boys

Posted January 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Beyond the Sea: Bobby Darin

Posted January 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

King of the Beach: Bobby Fuller

Posted January 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Vacation: The Go-Go’s

Posted January 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video


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