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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, December 21, 2015

Christmas 2015...




Christmas 2015

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I can't help reminiscing a bit...




There was the year that Sylvester beat out Nell for the Chip Butter Christmas blog photo.  How I miss that big old lovable cat!




Nell is getting on in years now...going on sixteen and has lost most of her hearing, but not her love for loving and being loved.  I give and receive with all my heart...








Was it only last year that I finished my beloved Zeke...the favorite of all my dolls?  It will be hard to put him back into his box when Christmas is over.

I didn't make a new Father Christmas this year, but have been reworking one of the older ones.  He is hoping to be back to work by next Christmas.












And, there was the year that Santa brought 120,000 baby chickens on Christmas Day.  What a party!





Merry Christmas to you all....