Friday, May 13, 2011
Helen,
Thank you for the Christmas boxes of knitted mittens and sweaters. Thank you for letting me pick your blueberries, peaches and cherries. Thank you for always having dulse beside your backdoor, and teaching me how to roast it on the wood burning kitchen stove. I remember the sloping floor of the old farm house, that lead to your rocking/knitting chair. I remember the way you used to answer the startlingly loud, rotary dial phone. I remember going down to the old cellar, so you wouldnchr(39)t have to navigate the steep stairs, and I was glad to help, but that place still freaks me out. :) I remember laughing hysterically during weekend TV wrestling matches.
Thank you for sharing your family with me.
You are not near, but you are not forgotten.
Jill
