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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..."


Monday, February 24, 2014

New Beginnings...






Twiggy has her new little Twig, and it is a girl!




The crocuses are blooming...
 

And a few jonquils, too...






Thursday, February 13, 2014

It is a small world...




 
Picture taken by our son who works in North Dakota



It really is a small world these days because of our phones, the iPhone and others.  In just a moment I can see what my son is seeing in faraway places.  I thought today's picture was worth sharing.  Somewhere on the plains of North Dakota there is an old barn, weather worn and ravaged by time... 







 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Great Blue Heron...


Great Blue Heron, you just made my day!  Were you too cold to fly?  








Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Spirit of the Peoples...



Skookum Indian dolls were designed by Mary McAboy of Missoula, Montana, and patented in 1914. Early doll heads were made of dried apples, but later of plastic and other materials.  Indian blankets were wrapped around wooden frames. The dolls were created without arms but were wrapped with the blankets so that it looked like they had folded arms. The dolls' costumes were made to represent various tribes, with sizes ranging from two-inch souvenir mailers to three-foot store displays. Most were marked with a paper label on the foot that read "Skookum Bully Good Indian." You can learn more about these old dolls here.




Two of my favorite nine-inch dolls...love the girl's expression.



  This eleven-inch squaw with papoose was my third Skookum...love the feel of these old dolls.


Inspiration for my Sacagawea came from the old Skookum dolls.



Sacagawea's blanket is made from scraps (from Sarah) from a Pendleton blanket, "The Spirit of the Peoples," which was designed in 2009 to commemorate 100 years of  weaving America's spirit in their own Oregon mill.  The directional crosses, according to Pendleton, symbolize North, South, East and West ~ homes to the Native Americans, who were their first customers.  "Arrowheads denote the strength and good fortune that have blessed our journety thus far." (Pendleton Woolen Mills)

Sacagawea had been tossed about here in the sewing room since I made her a year or so ago, awaiting a few finishing touches.  Last week, I spruced her up and gave her a bit of a makeover.    I cut her blanket robe from an 1850 pelerine pattern, which I found in The Collector's Book of Dolls' Clothes, the big Coleman book, so her arms wouldn't be completely covered.  (Yes, she has arms, unlike the Skookums.)  I made her new unders because someone (?) made her first ones too small.  And, best of all, she has a new pair of fringed doe skin boots (much like the ones Clay Basket wore in James A. Michener's Centennial. Guess what we have been watching these cold evenings while we sit by the fire?)



This winter has been so cold that we often find Sacagawea wrapped in a buffalo robe.


A gathering of Skookums.  There are twenty-five in my collection (just counted)...love them all!




Monday, February 3, 2014

February



And, then there was February.  This second month of the new year has already rolled up her sleeves and gone to work with her wintry ways.  "They" say she has more planned for this week - two more winter storms.  Now, I don't want to offend her in any way, but it seemed to me that yesterday's storm was a bit weaker here than expected.  Perhaps, it was only a tease for what she has planned next (fingers crossed that that's not the case), but, nonetheless, she surely did dress up a drab winter day, if only for a little while.




The little rock garden dressed in white.


Bare branches all prettied up. 



Cedars and pines, always beautiful dusted in snow.