This week for my entry, I’d like to share a piece of our heart. Jake gets to stay at home starting next week with his mother and soon-expected sibling. We have grown pretty attached to this little guy but we know he will still stop in to visit now and then.
I’d like to think I’ve shared a little bluegrass music heritage with him in his first year and a half.
And now, dear daughters, you know why I collect banjos 😉
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This week for my Thursday Doors, you’ll see the interior view of The Folly Theatre in downtown Kansas City, Missouri. The handsome man you see here took me for a special evening out to celebrate our 30th anniversary.
I’m particularly fond of the earliest part of the evening as it was before ‘The Drink’.
We had exclusive box seats. The one I circled is directly opposite ours. So Stage view was amazing!
I do remember most everything. Especially meeting Brother Marty Stuart and the Fabulous Superlatives after the show. But to the person who slipped that something extra in my drink, just know that this ol’ girl didn’t fall off a turnip truck. I ended up with a nice policeman escorting me to the door with sincere interest in how I ended up in that condition. Your day will come.
As a youngster, I think I always knew when my father needed some solitude. He was a painter by trade in rural Missouri, USA, where he had work 6 out of the 12 months of the year. We lived too far from a major city for him to have regular work. So we did the best we could and lived a good frugal lifestyle where he spent the wintertime raising pigs or a couple calves to take to the butcher come spring. Most people back then called that Poor.
Playing solitaire was his ‘time’.
And I’m glad I was quiet enough to sit and watch and learn. He was pretty cool like that.
He was also a daily Bible reader in later years. Not a lot of people know that. I am also truly thankful to have had that example to follow.
My mother is a living example to me of one who excels in solitude with her talents. She is always keeping her hands busy. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”. This defines my wonderful mother. Whether sewing, making jams, jellies, or reading novel after novel, she finishes what she begins whole-heartedly. Rarely does she have a UFO(Un-Finished-Object) lying in her stash.
For me, solitude is respresented by my time to play music. Alone. Unhindered by life’s stress. Uninterrupted by anything.
And just for fun to lighten the mood of this post, I’m thinking I should change my answering machine message to a 40 minute Banjo Solo 🙂
This week’s photo challenge had to wait for Monday evening. It began predictably with attending the first performance of the Sedalia Symphony. And my youngest daughter is our main reason for attending. They say honesty is the best policy.
The 82nd season of the Sedalia Symphony.
Their song choices this time were right up my daughter’s alley. One song medley included “Oh,Susanna” & “Shenandoah” among others. You see, we play some bluegrass in our home and she was quick to inform me at their first practice that she had no trouble with the timing of the pieces 😉 You are welcome daughter dear.
There she is poppin’ in behind us for a photo thanks to Grandma Nancy’s help.
The star act was no surprise. Leroy VanDyke is Sedalia’s very own and as you’d expect, there was a very good turnout to hear him. Everyone knows he’ll meet you afterwards and sign stuff and talk to you. Very nice guy and so is his band. All Missouri natives. One is his youngest son.
But the surprise came when the mayor announced that our city has named a portion of U.S Highway 50 after Mr.VanDyke. He also was honored by the State of Missouri’s General Assembly. Read that here.
Sedalia and Pettis County is certainly proud of this legend of country music!
We have a few spare instruments around our home. There’s my banjo collection; three of them. The eldest daughter has some guitars. One in particular was converted from a classical guitar to a dobro with a simple five dollar metal insert. Then the youngest daughter has a couple mandolins. Finally we were at three violins until we tried our hand at selling one. It sold. But due to personal circumstances that I won’t go into, the buyer asked if we would be interested in buying it back. I did. Not a problem.
Now I’m going to try to find the Spare time to practice a little more.
For today’s post, just sharing a sampling of some pieced blocks I’ve acquired.
These were some of my youngest daughter’s first quilt blocks. She saved them in a little sewing box and when music became her new love,
Last night’s final performance for the 81st season of the Sedalia Symphony. My baby girl plays the violin 🙂
she gave them to me. I have a little secret plan for them 😉
These were experiments. Top one from watching a PBS show. It’s a bit wonky (quilter term). The bottom is from an online free pattern. A star of sorts, the web address is probably gone by now. This was before Windows came out. I’m old.
I’d enter these into ugliest quilt blocks category. They need to be made into a potholder? Maybe dismantled.
Mundane and meaningful objects. Beautiful everyday things. This week, surprise us with something or someone (extra)ordinary.
This week I’m sharing my Extraordinary daughter in her violinist role in the Sedalia Symphony. Last night was the opening of the 81st year of performances. Since no flashes were permitted, I decided to play with colour and have a little fun with my pic.