Posted May 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: photo

“The pieces I chose were based on one thing only — a gasp of delight. Isn’t that the only way to curate a life?” 

Posted May 23, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today is such a contrast to yesterday. We have jumped from summer back to spring. The sky is both grey and sunny, a wind is blowing and it is only 61˚. Where did I put that sweatshirt?

I have a list, a long list of groceries to buy. I also have a list of chores. I’m getting ready for company. Today I’m shopping, washing the paw prints off the kitchen floor, vacuuming the hall, the depository of dog fur, and just generally neatening up the house. I’ll be ready in time.

The other day I cut the skinny ends off one of my plants. They are rooting in a milk bottle. I also cut a few babies off my spider plant and put them in a different milk bottle to root. While I was doing that, I got to thinking about the spider plant. The original plant was a gift in 1977 when I bought my house. My friends Rick and Joan had come to dinner, my very first guests, just after I moved into the house. We sat on the living room floor to eat. I had no furniture. My aunt had given me a set of two pans and a frying pan, in avocado green, so I was able to cook our dinner, not a fancy dinner but a tasty one nonetheless. The spider plant was a gift, a hostess gift. Now, three spider plants still hang near the windows in my dining room. The last time these friends came to dinner Joan mentioned her spider plant had died. I gave her one of mine, a great, great, great granddaughter of the original.

Memories abound in this house. I have some things from my mother’s house including Belleek I bought her in Ireland one year. I have a wine glass with a tinge of color. My father brought that, and three others, home from Belgium during World War II. Each of my siblings has one of the glasses. On my fireplace screen are tassels from Morocco. I bought them for the Christmas tree. Pottery platters in two sizes are in my dining room on the side table. They came from Lisbon. My mother and I shopped on Easter Sunday and had the pottery sent. A giant pine cone is on a small shelf. It came from the Forum in Rome. A tiny, round, gaudy souvenir of Christ of Corcovado Mountain is hanging in the den. But most of my souvenirs, my memories, are from Ghana. I have baskets, a drum, cloth, wooden statues, metal figures, gourds, a huge painting, smaller paintings and one yellow beaded giraffe.

Friends have called my house a museum. I suppose it is in a way, but I think of it more as a repository of memories. I think of Rome and traveling with my mother, Rio, at the end of an eight week trip with a friend, living in and going back to Ghana, my solo trip to Morocco, trips to Europe and a trip to Iceland with my mother and my sister. This house is not a museum. It is a house filled with memories.

You’ve Got A Friend: James Taylor with Carole King on Piano

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Friends: Elton John 

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Count On Me: Bruno Mars

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

That’s What Friends Are For: Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Whitney Houston, Luther Vandross

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: Uncategorized

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: photo

I know I have posted this before, but it is my favorite photo of Bill and Peg and their son Kevin. It is from 1970. They are standing in front of the giant baobab tree in our school compound.

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

Posted May 22, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

The morning is glorious. The air is fragrant. Everything shines in the bright sunlight. Patches of blue frame the tree branches in the backyard. When I went to get the paper, I watched a pair of cardinals chase each other. When I walked by my front garden, I was wonderfully surprised by the unexpected beauty I saw. Three hibiscus have bloomed, giant red hibiscus. How splendid.

The dogs have finished their usual morning routine. First, they took turns going out the dog door. Henry quickly ran to his tree while Nala ran to the backyard. Both came inside for their morning biscuits then they ran back outside. When they finally came back inside, they impatiently waited for their morning coffee, about a tablespoonful, and then we shared a banana. Now it is time for their morning naps.

When I was a kid, as May ended, school was winding down. We had end of the year exams. I especially remember one year. My sister had a habit of asking to go to the bathroom then leaving school and walking home. I was in the middle of my music exam and had reached the Gregorian chant part when I was called out of class. Mother Superior told me to walk home and fetch my sister. I said my exam wasn’t finished, and she told not to worry about it. I was elated. I got to leave school on a warm, sunny day, and I didn’t have to finish my exam. I walked slowly!!

I don’t remember my father doing much barbecuing when I was young, but after we moved to the cape, he was the designated grill cook. The window in the dining room facing the yard was always open in case he needed something. If I closed my eyes, I can still see him holding tongs and leaning into the kitchen saying, “Pop me.” My mother or one of us would pour him a pop, and he’d get back to the grill. Nobody grilled meat as perfectly as my father.

My friends Bill and Peg are coming on Tuesday. I can barely wait to see them. We met in 1969 at our Peace Corps staging in Philadelphia before we left for training in Ghana. In 2016 we traveled together back to Ghana. It was the most wonderful trip. We still share our immense love for Ghana, Ghanaians and Bolga where we lived. Bill and I also share a love for jollof rice which we ate every night in Bolga at the hotel restaurant. We laugh a lot when we are together. We have shared memories. We have inside jokes still funny after all these years. Did I mention I can hardly wait until Tuesday?

Today is dump day.

In My Life: Judy Collins  

Posted May 21, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video

Isn’t Life Strange: Moody Blues 

Posted May 21, 2022 by katry
Categories: Video


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