Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Oh Well.....blame it on the warp and weft.

ABC Wednesday
December 13th, 2017
The letter this week is evidently W
for Warp and for Weft

It seems I missed a week somehow during the first part of December!!!

How did I do that?

Oh, I know how I did that - 

I was so delighted to have my eight shaft dressed and in harness 

and was too busy throwing the WEFT through the WARP

and making kitchen towels to give away at Christmas.

Just a little short Warp to help balance the loom

while my son  patiently tied

all the cords and the strings and the heddles

to dress Her Ladyship.

More Ws here at ABC Wednesday
now we're back on track.

Vintage Christmas

ABC Wednesday
The letter is V, for Vintage Christmas cards and music
December 13th, 2017

Those Vintage years, 
when Christmas meant more than a rush to get ready......

And each of these cards was accompanied
by a loving Christmas letter......

some lovely Christmas music to waft through the house
while you write those
messages of friendship and love from tender hearts

Dinah Shore

more Vs here at ABC Wednesday

Sunday, December 03, 2017

The First Sunday in Advent

December 3rd, 2017

The First Sunday of Advent

I rummage around in a box of old candles

which we have accumulated lo, these many years, -

and I find the stub of a little purple

wax wonder.

I put it in a small brass cup passed down

from my grandmother's house

first putting a bit of wax in the bottom

to make it stand true and sturdy.

Then I set it alight in the middle of the table,

and left it glowing while I breakfasted

and contemplated Advent.

There is Lent

and then there is Advent

and somehow Advent 

has always been for me

the time of soul searching...

busy as it is, with glitter and greenery,

it has always meant for me a time of

small quiet minutes in the midst of baking

or wrapping, or writing cards of love and greeting....

a time of wonder at the reality of our life,

here on earth,

and what it is meant to be.

" Emanuel
You come in silence
to my world of crooked noisy places,
places rough with agendas
that leave me bruised,
spirit light low,
a bare glowing ember.

I will give you quiet moments,
bits of silence stolen
in the clamor of the streets.

Let my silence straighten
a way for you
to smooth my rough spots,
to heal my bruised spirit,
to fan my faith's faint flame,
to prepare in me a vessel
for your incarnation."

A poem by Lisa Wells Isenhower
for which I have much empathy.

and I am reminded too of Mary Oliver's lovely poem

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good,
you do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

When the children were growing up
Sunday dinner in the Advent season always included
an Advent Wreath
which the children took turns lighting.

There was also a little box of names to draw from,
and to be kept secret throughout the week,
but with the understanding
(and expectation)
that you would do something kind for that person
each day.

I hope this is a memory they have.....
and that it was an opportunity for them
to widen their thoughts beyond
Santa Claus
and the Christmas Pageant.

Post Script
I think that I was rather a naive mother...
as a matter of fact, the older I get and the more they confide 
(or reveal) 
the more I realize that this was surely the case.....

Friday, December 01, 2017

Then and now...

I sit at the breakfast table, lost in thought of bygone days, bygone Christmases and the people who made them so special.

I am waiting for my Daughter-in-law to arrive with cleaning supplies, as it has been deemed that I am too ancient to deal with deep cleaning of dark corners, and such....and she is coming to do those lowly tasks while I weave away merrily, trying to act my age.

I have every reason to be merry about my weaving.  Our youngest son turned the melancholy month of November into thirty days of delightful anticipation.

He came from the Chilcotin to rescue and restore my eight shaft Glimakra, which/who was put into retirement when we downsized and I no longer had a wonderful roomy studio for her to live in.

And when I felt I was no longer able to crawl into her nether parts to change treadles...

But Vince was, and he set her up, dressed her beautifully in new Texsolv lam and treadle cords, and was so meticulous about what he did, and how he did it, that when we pulled the Jack Pin all was in balance and ready for me to start weaving the warp I had put on when he started working.

It is possible that this video will not work, but even the photo gives
one a good idea of the patience and contemplation required!!

Shafts all even  - sheds amazing with no out-of-place threads for the shuttle to catch or run under...perfectly wonderful.  His father's son, no doubt about that!!!!

And I am so grateful......

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The Unicorn, along with the Lion

ABC Wednesday
November 29th, 2017
the letter is U for Unicorn

Symbolic of the United Kingdom
Heraldic supporters, appearing
in the full
Royal Coat of Arms

This combination dates back to 1605 
and the accession of
James 1st of England,
who was already
James V1th of Scotland

It followed that this verse below
was written, read to
and recited
by the children of England.

(Did the Scottish children know it too??)

"The Lion and the Unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
The Lion beat the unicorn
All around the town.

Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown.
Some gave them plum cake
and drummed them out of town."

It's all terribly political,
both then, and perhaps now.

Lewis Carroll got involved with the Lion and the Unicorn
when he wrote "Alice in Wonderland"
as you might recall....

If it is a long time since you have read
about Alice and her adventures
down the rabbit-hole
now is a good time to refresh yourself....

Lots more Us here at ABC Wednesday
with thanks to all who maintain this meme.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Mr. Toad

ABC Wednesday
November 23rd, 2017

The letter is T for Mr. TOAD




Lots more Ts here at ABC Wednesday

Monday, November 13, 2017

The Akond of Swat

ABC Wednesday
November 15th, 3017

The letter is S for the Akhond of Swat

A truly living person who reigned for many peaceful
years in the Country of Swatz..

and upon whose death Edward Lear wrote the following!

Is he wise or foolish, young or old?
Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,
                                                or HOT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

Does he sing or whistle, jabber or talk,
And when riding abroad does he gallop or walk,
                                                or TROT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

Does he wear a turban, a fez, or a hat?
Does he sleep on a mattress, a bed, or a mat,
                                                or a COT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

When he writes a copy in round-hand size,
Does he cross his T's and finish his I's
                                                with a DOT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

Can he write a letter concisely clear
Without a speck or a smudge or smear
                                                or BLOT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

Do his people like him extremely well?
Or do they, whenever they can, rebel,
                                                or PLOT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

If he catches them then, either old or young,
Does he have them chopped in pieces or hung,
                                                or shot?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

Do his people prig in the lanes or park?
Or even at times, when days are dark,
                                           O the Akond of Swat?

Does he study the wants of his own dominion?
Or doesn't he care for public opinion
                                                a JOT?
                                           The Akond of Swat?

To amuse his mind do his people show him
Pictures, or any one's last new poem,
                                               or WHAT?
                                           For the Akond of Swat?

At night if he suddenly screams and wakes,
Do they bring him only a few small cakes,
                                               or a LOT?
                                           For the Akond of Swat?

Does he live on turnips, tea, or tripe?
Does he like his shawl to be marked with a stripe,
                                               or a DOT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he like to lie on his back in a boat
Like the lady who lived in that isle remote,
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Is he quiet, or always making a fuss?
Is his steward a Swiss or a Swede or a Russ,
                                              or a SCOT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he like to sit by the calm blue wave?
Or to sleep and snore in a dark green cave,
                                              or a GROTT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he drink small beer from a silver jug?
Or a bowl? or a glass? or a cup? or a mug?
                                              or a POT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she lets the gooseberries grow too ripe,
                                              or ROT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he wear a white tie when he dines with friends,
And tie it neat in a bow with ends,
                                              or a KNOT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he like new cream, and hate mince-pies?
When he looks at the sun does he wink his eyes,
                                              or NOT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Does he teach his subjects to roast and bake?
Does he sail about on an inland lake,
                                              in a YACHT?
                                         The Akond of Swat?

Some one, or nobody, knows I wot
Who or which or why or what
                                         Is the Akond of Swat!

More interesting Ss here at ABC Wednesday!!

Monday, November 06, 2017


ABC Wednesday
November 8th, 2017

The letter is R for Remembrance

When you go home

tell them of us, and say,

for their tomorrow 

we gave our today

John Maxwell Edmonds

more Rs here at abc wednesday