tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post793646285544631967..comments2024-02-11T11:39:25.302-07:00Comments on The Merry Needle: Wild Strawberries and Passing YearsOlde Dame Hollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-41210937951740415332021-02-12T16:39:43.087-07:002021-02-12T16:39:43.087-07:00Thank you, Anni. I love cross stitching! Thank you, Anni. I love cross stitching! Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-32347803736508815722021-02-12T16:38:36.669-07:002021-02-12T16:38:36.669-07:00I think the proper name is indeed pin cushion! I r...I think the proper name is indeed pin cushion! I remember calling them that -- my first one was the classic "tomato" with a strawberry hanging off it.Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-86600835946979696582021-02-12T07:35:10.197-07:002021-02-12T07:35:10.197-07:00Love these pin cushion works of art! Your cross s...Love these pin cushion works of art! Your cross stitch is amazing! I am very impressed with your intricate work.Hootin Annihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-13891492396985375792021-02-12T06:48:32.313-07:002021-02-12T06:48:32.313-07:00I love bunnies too. Your cross stitch pin keep is ...I love bunnies too. Your cross stitch pin keep is very sweet and pretty. We call them pin cushions...I like "pin keep". You make such pretty things. I love the wrapped eggs in your last post. Henny Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05958386938311591314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-40405173879199482012021-02-11T19:45:45.600-07:002021-02-11T19:45:45.600-07:00I think being stuck inside has put me into a senti...I think being stuck inside has put me into a sentimental funk!Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-6786570349834633762021-02-11T19:45:18.838-07:002021-02-11T19:45:18.838-07:001 out of 3, well, that's something. At least y...1 out of 3, well, that's something. At least your grandmother's house is still full of life and vibrant.Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-6070742990836402222021-02-11T19:44:26.494-07:002021-02-11T19:44:26.494-07:00When landmarks like trees go, it is indeed a sorry...When landmarks like trees go, it is indeed a sorry sight. Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-1191508517012831182021-02-11T19:43:47.687-07:002021-02-11T19:43:47.687-07:00A barn falling into ruin is such a sad, sad sight....A barn falling into ruin is such a sad, sad sight...especially sad somehow. Yes, some memories are best preserved in our mind's eye, I agree.<br />Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-52290796073724662852021-02-11T19:00:15.535-07:002021-02-11T19:00:15.535-07:00I think so very many of us can relate to the "...I think so very many of us can relate to the "shock" factor of modern "development." I grew up on a farm that my mother and father bought after my grandparents died... The house and barn had been built my my mother's grandfather and his brothers. Nothing much in the way of amenities, etc. but rich and fertile in the planting of beautiful memories. After my mother went to assisted living, I took her there....it was so very sad. It was still an 80-acre piece of property, but the barn was falling down, the fields overrun with wild onion and houses now cram the little gravel lane that used to be our private driveway. I guess I learned that day that some memories are best preserved in our mind's eye, not our physical eyes. Sweet little tuck...and I have a kitty like your Sophie. I don't think he is watching, but if I have sent something down where it wasn't before, the minute I turn my back he has stolen it. ~Robin~TheCrankyCrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16314851714923955216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-62474529031744874732021-02-11T18:48:11.942-07:002021-02-11T18:48:11.942-07:00Love your pinkeep as I am partial to bunnies. My p...Love your pinkeep as I am partial to bunnies. My paternal grandparents farm is now a vast parcel of farmland. All of the trees are gone. All of the 6 buildings barn and farmhouse is gone. It was a massive corn field when I drove by last. JanicePrims By The Waterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08737737916013397690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-43376017067311988462021-02-11T18:10:19.832-07:002021-02-11T18:10:19.832-07:00I have startled and made myself sad with google ma...I have startled and made myself sad with google maps. The apartment buildings where I started life are gone. My great grandmother's house is so decrepit. My grandmother's house, on the other hand, has hit the gentrify jackpot.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-48923300103134148582021-02-11T18:01:25.130-07:002021-02-11T18:01:25.130-07:00Those four colors surely created a beautiful desig...Those four colors surely created a beautiful design...along with your help, of course. I also enjoy you reminiscences! Many of them take me way back to those good old days. Hill Top Posthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12417478558713036325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-53077842072582659562021-02-11T17:18:02.771-07:002021-02-11T17:18:02.771-07:00It is sad. We are left with memories, but mine are...It is sad. We are left with memories, but mine are not always easily accessed. Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-29245136337819949312021-02-11T16:39:06.046-07:002021-02-11T16:39:06.046-07:00They sure were good, didn't even need cream an...They sure were good, didn't even need cream and sugar.Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-49110314528203755662021-02-11T16:34:28.220-07:002021-02-11T16:34:28.220-07:00I wonder if anyone has wild strawberry seeds for s...I wonder if anyone has wild strawberry seeds for sale...???Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-42441612969455477392021-02-11T16:33:47.943-07:002021-02-11T16:33:47.943-07:00My whole adult life I plotted to buy my granny'...My whole adult life I plotted to buy my granny's old place...how I loved it, just a little shotgun shack. Then, when Google came into being, I looked on the map and her entire block was GONE and there was an auto parts store where all my happiness had been. I'm with you about "finishing." I find it difficult!<br />Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-19438987424916183552021-02-11T15:59:53.835-07:002021-02-11T15:59:53.835-07:00I like reading your reminiscences. I remember the ...I like reading your reminiscences. I remember the taste of those tiny wild strawberries and you're right. The ordinary strawberries one buys at the markets don't taste nearly as wonderful.Granny Marigoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15858237999602347848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-69705906813198694932021-02-11T14:21:07.531-07:002021-02-11T14:21:07.531-07:00What a sweet little design. You sewed that in to ...What a sweet little design. You sewed that in to a pinkeep quickly. The "finishing" is my downfall.<br />Wild strawberries. I haven't thought about the taste of those in decades.<br />The old farm where I grew up which used to be way out in the country...sigh. The house is gone and the owner now has the property looking so trashy. And now as an adult I realize it really was only minutes by car from town.Rugs and Pugshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17084387971128823025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-49229786006396703792021-02-11T12:03:46.498-07:002021-02-11T12:03:46.498-07:00Thank you, Connie. I can still remember the tiny w...Thank you, Connie. I can still remember the tiny wild strawberries, and it's been 50+ years...<br />Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-3390168367506163892021-02-11T12:03:06.893-07:002021-02-11T12:03:06.893-07:00That's sad, Lady Locust...we remember the plac...That's sad, Lady Locust...we remember the places when they were kept up and the scene of happy times...Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-57218669540471496632021-02-11T11:15:43.079-07:002021-02-11T11:15:43.079-07:00I haven't had a wild strawberries since my chi...I haven't had a wild strawberries since my childhood . . . that was a very long time ago. Your needle work is amassing: you are so talented. <br />Happy Stitching.<br />Connie :)Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08187302890702147585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-15426349126926635762021-02-11T11:13:09.163-07:002021-02-11T11:13:09.163-07:00I also remember picking and eating wild strawberri...I also remember picking and eating wild strawberries. Yum.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-60060212071452218982021-02-11T11:03:30.364-07:002021-02-11T11:03:30.364-07:00So sweet Your work is wonderful my grandparents f...So sweet Your work is wonderful my grandparents farm is the same. I spend my wonderful hours at their pond or picking blueberries. It is now a shadow of what it was.<br />Cathyacorn hollowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10503414190541111706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-69984500949878069132021-02-11T09:47:38.948-07:002021-02-11T09:47:38.948-07:00Love your spring bees~
After some dear friends had...Love your spring bees~<br />After some dear friends had both passed and the estate settled, it was about 2 years before I could drive past their house where I'd spent so many happy hours. Their beautiful yard was completely neglected and the house had lost its "spirit." I know it's not the house but the inhabitants, but still. . .Lady Locusthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12661298925602199106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647919454370211644.post-34681829692798868882021-02-11T08:35:03.218-07:002021-02-11T08:35:03.218-07:00Thank you, Catherine! I find it hard to see the fa...Thank you, Catherine! I find it hard to see the fabric, too. I can't stitch at all on the fine linen. The holes are too tiny for me to count.Olde Dame Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01582859287218671766noreply@blogger.com