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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Wonderful rain...


I love a nice rainy day, like today, when the rain is gentle and there is no thunder and lightening.  I like to forget about outside things on days like this and enjoy inside things...things like sewing and working on my dolls.  It's also a perfect day for a cup of coffee with Dan (that's hubby) who has been driven inside by the rain.  According to the Green Mountain Coffee Story printed on the box, "A great tasting cup of coffee can give you a whole new perspective.  It's a moment to pause, reflect, and reprioritize."  I think I smell the coffee...

1 comment:

  1. I had to go back and read your very first post; after reading today's post (September 7th, 2018). Love your blog Past ~ Present ~ and hopefully there will always be a Future. Thanks for sharing a part of your world.