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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..."
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Saturday, January 6, 2018
The hilltop beckoned.
And, Millie waited at the door.
It was cold...20 degrees with a stiff north wind blowing! But, there was that self-imposed challenge I had made back in the summer: To walk every day, rain or shine, for 365 days. I suppose that also included freezing cold days as well.
Why, even the pond was nothing but a shimmering, frozen surface of reflections in crystalline ice.
And, the Great Blue Heron seemed to be having trouble finding a bit of open water in which to fish.
Millie and I decided that, instead of crossing the hill top meadow where the wind blew strongest, we would take a more sheltered route. We would turn left at the old Blackjack Oak, the one with three trunks, and take an old trail that meanders through the woods and down to the wooded side of the pond. So, that's the trail we walked for three days, after which the sun began to shine and we could go back to our old paths again, where Milie can run, to her heart's content, across the meadow where the cattle like to graze. Yesterday was Walk # 181
(A funny note about Millie's picture above: On these cold mornings, Millie's one floppy ear was standing almost as erect as the other. What's to be made of that?)
The girls seemed happy with the Christmas dresses and jackets...can't seem to get away from those little jackets!
I so enjoyed sewing the peach-colored one. The dress is made from a piece of vintage 36-inch wide fabric and was a dream to sew; makes me understand what it means when someone says, "It has a good hand."
Tilly, the seven-year old, who says black is her favorite color, was delighted with her doll's black corduroy dress. Her sister told me that Tilly's doll wears the dress every day.
I am excited how far I have come with my dolls. The bottom photo shows were I am with the torso. The head to body ratio seems right. And, it sits well!