I saw a picture of this quilt on Pinterest when I was looking for another pattern called Hearts Delight by Carol C. Porter.  I just had to have it so I went on Amazon or Ebay and purchased the book that the pattern was in.  I found out that I had half the patterns in the book in another quilt book that my friend Joy Coates had given me a long time ago….(by the way, I’d never made any of them.  ).

So, I go to my stash and pick and choose the right fabrics and blithely start in.  I wasn’t very far along until the realization hit me—this quilt has a ton of tiny pieces.  One step was to cut out 1 and 1/4″  squares.  Whew, I never go anything less than 2 inches and only do those to use up all the samples I’ve amassed from Good’s Store for their Tropical Breeze fabric!  (And yes, I do use Tropical Breeze for a lot of my quilt tops.  Gasp!!!!  Remember, I am trying to use up my scraps from having 6 girls and myself to make dresses for over the years, besides the remnants from my fabrics store.  Also, I love TB and how well it wears, etc. )

These little teeny weeny squares are placed on the end of other small pieces and sewn on diagonally and then the corner is trimmed off and the other corner folded back to finish the block.  It makes details clearer but tons of work to say the least.  Well, it took a lot of time and determination but it paid off and here is the result:  Very labor intensive!!!

There’s not much else been going on around here besides trying to get the library cleaned twice a week, pushing the schooling and trying to get the children interested in finishing before next September.     I do think that Lavina is on the home stretch.  Then there are days like yesterday that I felt like a chicken with her head cut off and that someone tried to sew it back on….backwards.  I was trying to finish up the income tax returns and all 3 youngsters seemed to be taking my name in vain:  “Mom!”.  “MOM!”, “MoM”….. all day long.  I told Vernon that I felt like I didn’t get anything done.  His calm response was: “Oh yes, you did…you were teaching the children.”   Aww…. he can be so understanding.    Well, today its better but then again, I haven’t tried putting any schoolwork in front of Kaity either.    Well, you’all take care until next time.

After searching in vain for a long-lost cousin on Facebook, suddenly she appears commenting on my wall!  Wow!  She is into genealogy and invited me to join her family history website.   I did and there I found a picture that I don’t ever remember seeing before.  Of course I knew right away it was my Dad when he was still a teenager.  So I “swiped” it and am posting it on my page.  After all, this picture should belong to us.    I wonder why Mom didn’t have a copy of this but maybe its good she didn’t because of the fire that destroyed their home and photos.

Anyway, here it is, my good-looking Dad before he was my Dad. 

I already had February’s Quilt done and posted when I decided to pull out an UFO  (unfinished object) from my stash and see what I could do.

I started this quilt back in 1998 or ’9 right after I bought my new Bernina 1008 sewing machine.  (I found the pattern for this quilt at the ClothesLine in Dayton, VA at the same time I got the machine.)  Well, I didn’t realize that on a Bernina the edge of the presser foot wasn’t 1/4″ and also this pattern called for cutting strips and sewing them on and cutting them later.

I chose the fabric, and cut the diamonds to make the stars and followed the instructions, blithely thinking all was well.  Unfortunately, after making all the star points I was devastated to find that they would not lie flat nor were they all the same size!  How awful!  Talk about discouragement…..so I just gathered it all together and stuffed them in a box and thought I’d deal with it later.  I had a new baby to occupy my time anyway.

Several years later, I got it out, and began the tedious task of seam ripping.  I had decided that the original background fabric was too thin and so cut new diamonds. Then I got tired of it and back it went into the box.

A couple of years ago, Kendra Lily told me that if I ever finished that quilt that she’d love to have it.  I promised her that if I ever finished it that she could have it but that wasn’t a strong enough incentive to get at it again.

But this time I decided to conquer this thing once and for all.  Remember when I felt so victorious a month ago?  That was the high that pushed me over the edge.  Anyway, I had some determination that I WAS GOING TO DO IT!!!

Out it came again and I doggedly plunged in.

I saw that by juggling the pattern a little I would still be able to use the original fabric.  Apparently, I had pulled too hard on the strips so the pieces were too short to work in the order the pattern called for.  So, I eliminated the first color that was to be on it, (burgandy) and started with the blue instead.  By choosing a lighter pink, it all worked out ok.  I did have to piece some of the stripes though.  I couldn’t get any more fabric like it and I didn’t feel like wasting what I already had done and also figured that it wouldn’t hurt it much.  Most of the piecing isn’t even noticeable anyway.

It still didn’t want to co-operated but I kept on until I was done.  I think that I am not a conqueror but feel more like we made a truce.  It will not be a masterpiece as it still buckles and bulges but I think quilting it will do wonders for it.  As for me, I am glad the battle is over.  Kendra Lily is more than welcome to it.Log Cabin Multi-fan Star

Then I pulled out another UFO… An Double Irish Chain that I had started and had to rip out.  I do not remember what was wrong but for some odd reason not all the pieces were with it and I couldn’t find any more fabric so I just made it as big as I could and it is now a crib quilt.  I was planning to embroider teddy bears on the center of the empty blocks but unfortunately the timing belt on my embroidery machine didn’t get tightened when I had it to be serviced.  I tried to use it and ruined the machine.    So, now I am not sure what I’ll do with this quilt.  I think it needs something yet.  But here it is:

Until next time.  I am working on a new quilt top but I am finding that it is very time consuming.  But, “Little by little, inch by inch”  its coming along.  I just hope that I will be done before the month is out.    ~Kim~

After making up my mind to try to do a quilt top a month again this year, I went through my stash of precut quilts.  Thanks to Accuquilt Go!, Go! Baby, and Studio fabric cutting systems I have about 6 ready to sew up.  I chose one that I felt like doing and started in.  I have my sewing machine set up in the living room for the winter as it is too cold to work in the sewing room.   I don’t like sewing there when its so cold as we don’t heat that part of the house anymore.

This one is called Churn Dasher and Stars.  I am trying to use up my stash of scraps and remnants but when I saw this pattern, I decided not to do scrappy but to choose 2 co-coordinating fabrics.  So, I chose a small lavender and white print and lavender marble and white.  Simple and they looked nice together.  Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that the fabric for the stars should’ve been stronger until I had most of this quilt put together.  Then I was faced with the $64 question.  Do I change it or go ahead and finish it as is?  For best effects I really should change it since the stars do NOT stand out at all, but on the other hand since I am making this quilt to use up my extra stash it seemed futile to redo it.

I left it as is and know that this quilt will keep some one warm regardless if the churn dashers are the predominant block instead of the other way around.   Oh well, there’s always a next time if I want it.  Not all is loss either because it just gave me a new wrinkle in my brain.  I learned something from that mistake…or at least let’s hope that I did.

Speaking of wrinkles.     I put the border on only to have not wrinkles but sea waves.    Now, how on earth did THAT happen?  It one thing to have a tiny bit of fluting but this was terrible.  Picking out those seems trying not to stretch the fabric was no fun at all but after I did it 2 or 3 times, I was ready to throw in the towel so to speak.  But I am determined to win this battle so I persevered.  Its not perfect but it will do.

Here she is:

After about a month of having the sick bug here we are glad to finally be on top of it.  Lavina had pneumonia and was treated with antibiotics 2x before it took effect.  In the meantime we started her on something called Reliv in hopes to build up her immune system.  I believe this is the 4th time she’s had it since she was hospitalized with it 2 years ago.   Now we found out that Kendra Lily also has it but are praying for her recovery as well.  She’s in Guatemala with our son and his family.  He and his wife are both nurses so they know what to do to treat it. 

We had a scare a couple of weeks ago when Vernon burned some trash in the furnace.  Not sure what the girls had in their trash but something exploded and blew the furnace door open.  Vernon saw that the fire was shooting up the chimney but he does try to burn the creosote out periodically and didn’t give it much more thought.  That happened about noon but by suppertime we noticed the bathroom right beside the kitchen was extra smoky.  Investigation showed that the stovepipe from the furnace to chimney was more holey than righteous and some sparks had set the insulation to smoldering.  By the time we found it, it had been over 7 hours.  With the help of a couple friends Vernon was able to pull out all the insulation that was affected.  He hosed the rest of it down and changed the elbow that was rusted through.  We praise God for His protection over us.  By looking at that piece of stovepipe we marvel that it hadn’t happened a long time ago.

Here’s some charred boards from under our floor in the bathroom.When Vernon dropped the elbow, it literally fell apart!

Well, now I need to sew up some new dresses for Kaitlyn this month.  She is getting taller.  God bless you all.

As I mentioned earlier, I want to get one top done each month.  So, thus the push to get this one done and OUT of my system.

Unfortunately, I found I do NOT enjoy piecing double wedding ring quilt. 

Fortunately, it did turn out prettier than I thought.  So here’s for the unveiling:

Here’s a close up:

I don’t think I have ever been so glad to see the end of a project.    Don’t you all just feel my relief????

Well until next time.

My parents; Bennie and Lutisha Glenn started attending Turkey Run Mennonite Church close to Bremen, Ohio, in the late ’50′s.  I am not quite sure just exactly when but I think it was in ’57 when my oldest brother was a baby.  I don’t know when they joined….it was before my time.    (I am a ’59er.)

Anyway, sometime in the early ’60′s they along with Marion Good’s and Norman Brunk’s pulled out of the Ohio Mennonite Conference.  There were issues at Turkey Run where Marion and Norman were in the ministry.  I think it was in 1962 or ’63 when our 3 families formed a new congregation.  Norman’s had moved into the little town of Carbon Hill and the Conservative Mennonite Fellowship had bought the old public school for Messiah Bible School.  We started meeting in the chapel of MBS when the Bible School was not in session.  During that time we met in homes….at least I remember having church at Norman’s some….that is rather vague in my mind. Margie Wray and her 5 daughter’s joined us soon after the congregation started.  (I wish I knew more of the history of that….I guess I need to investigate and start asking them questions. )

  l-r:  “Big” Dave Yoder, Miriam, Nat Glenn and “Little Dave”.  The Yoder’s are like our cousins. 

(The little fellows are Big Dave’s grandsons.)

I am not sure when the building of our church building started but probably in 1967.  By that time, David and Miriam Yoder’s had moved in from PA.  We had church in the basement for awhile until the upper level was finished.

All through the years, there was a lot of ups and downs for my Dad.  He had some spiritual struggles and Satan didn’t leave him alone much.  But somehow he would pick himself up with God’s help and would give it another go.  I have to admire him for that…..he had a lot of things against him.  He wasn’t raised in a Christian home, and to try to break into the Mennonite culture isn’t always easy.  Many have tried and gave up….but he was determined to stay with it in spite of all his struggles and failures. 

There was some stigma of being from non-Mennonite background that really bugged him.  One of the worst things he endured was: “Glenn.  Glenn?  That’s not a Mennonite name.  Oh, YOU must be from the OUTSIDE!”  Or “You must be from the world!”  He found a good come-back for these thoughtless remarks with: “Sure Glenn is a Mennonite name….there are a lot of Glenn Mennonites around here.”  He could say that with honesty with 8 children in his family.  Or he’d say:  “Sure I am from the world, where are you from, outer space?” 

With this type of stigma, I do think that he let it bother him too much at times.  Especially when we wanted to fit in and he didn’t want to see his children becoming “dyed-in-the-wool” Mennonites.  I could never understand why he felt so strongly about us fitting in when it was he that chose our destiny as far as being a Mennonite.  After all, we could’ve been part of any other type of church or none for that matter.  

Now that I am older, I think I can see his viewpoint better….he was criticized for not thinking like a Mennonite.  He didn’t think like a true-blood Mennonite and often thought outside the box.  For a long time he felt like he was the low man on the totem pole because he wasn’t raised to think like a Mennonite….and often his thoughts were either ignored or thrown out just because they came from him.  I am not sure that others purposely did that but there are many other folks who were proselyted into the Mennonite culture that attest to feeling the same way.  I am thinking that it was worse in the 60′s and 70′s than it is today….sort of a racial thing like how people used to view the Negroes.  

Anyway, over the years, he struggled with his temptations and failures and with feeling accepted by the brotherhood.

I grew up, left home and got married.  My life with my husband and little family led to Guatemala eventually so we only got to be with my folks a couple of days every couple of years…. we didn’t keep in close contact due to not having personal phones and toll calls were terribly expensive.  (It cost us about Q16 a minute to call home and tell them when our first son was born in 1985!  Exchange rate Q1.35 to $1.00)

The Carbon Hill church experienced problems over the years…..people came and people left.   It eventually fell apart in 1998.  After missing several services the ones left to pick up the pieces decided to do just that and started rebuilding the congregation.   It was a hard time for them but those who were left were committed to do it and all of them wanted it to work.

By then my Dad was the oldest male member of the congregation.  One of the nicest things he ever heard was when William Bear told him, “Bennie, this church needs you….your wisdom is very valuable.”   Dad needed to hear that.

I do not know when they started building the new church out of town over on Rt. 595 but by then we were living in Wisconsin so I suppose it was in ’05 or ’06.  By then we had regular contact via phone and I could hardly believe the difference in his outlook on it all.

This church was his special baby and he was very proud of it! I think just about every phone conversation he would tell me what all they’d accomplished since the last time we’d talked.  It was a red-letter day when the building was ready to be used for the first time.  He loved it….that was very obvious to me.

He would tell me how much he appreciated Phil and Danny Weaver and Tony Brunk.  He would mention others but those 3 were high on his list.  I feel that those men loved Dad and let him know that he was appreciated and that his opinions held weight.  

  (I wish I could edit these pictures…on far left…Wes Brunk with my brother Veasy.  Phil Weaver is on the right.  Next photo , Danny Weaver is the shorter man on the right.  Sam or Paul Weaver, (I am not sure which)  Both were Dad’s good friends.

(Raymond and Elmeda Bear, Rachel and Marcus Bear and Juanita and Brian Bear—all used to attend Carbon Hill.  Marcus and Brian’s Dad, Gaylord, was our minister, who died in Feb. 1981.)  Danny’s wife Marvetta in foreground.

I remember the day he told me “After all those years in the Mennonite Church, I feel loved and accepted.   I love our congregation!”  I had to cry both for joy and sorrow…..can you imagine struggling along for over 50 years before you could say something like that?   Sad isn’t it?  But I am glad that he finally felt that love…he definitely deserved it.

So I think it is fitting that he was the first to be buried there.  His heart was definitely there. 

I want to publicly applaud the congregation at Hocking Hills Mennonite for loving and accepting my Dad in his twilight years.  You have been a great blessing to him and Mom.  May God bless every one of you.

Now that I got the laptop working properly again, I really have no excuse to neglect my blog.  I had planned to finish posting about my Dad’s funeral but somewhere I got sidetracked and didn’t get that done.    

Well here it is almost at the end of the first month of 2013.  Where has it gone?  Seems like it just began.  And again, I made a New Year’s Resolution.  Two years ago I decided to try to make a quilt top a month.  Actually I ended up doing 16 different projects ranging from table runners to large quilts.  Last year I took a “sabbatical” and as a result didn’t get many done.  Not good….I need some incentive to get things done, not that I don’t enjoy or want to do it but I let other things crowd out my art.  I find that I need to do my art.  Does that make sense?  Its an outlet for me and I love it.

I have found that some quilt patterns aren’t so relaxing as others, for example, the Double Wedding Ring that I am currently working on.  I love the pattern, and this is my 3rd one since I’ve started piecing quilts, but I have decided that perhaps I will do no more.  I am tired of the sore neck and shoulders besides the hassle of the concaves and convexes to be sewn together in harmony.  So please remind me of that if and when you hear me talking about doing another one.    I promised my 2 other kits that I have cut out to my sister so I will have them out of my house and therefore they will not tempt me nor harass me.

I have 3 more long seams to finish sewing the strips of rings together and will be finished.  Unless there is some unforeseen event this week I should be able to finish it before the end of the month.  Then I will post pictures.

It seems like this winter will be a long one.  Lavina came down with pneumonia 3 weeks ago again and although was on meds she still hasn’t regained her strength and continues to run fever off and on.  Jonny and Kaity has been under the weather for a couple of weeks too although Kaity is acting a lot better.  Its been a bit hard to keep up with our library cleaning job with Tiana gone and the children sick.  Now today, Vernon isn’t feeling very well. 

I guess I will close this post now and see what I can do with one on Dad’s funeral.

Isn’t it funny how our thoughts can start with something and randomly go skittering along and suddenly you are reminded of something else and you end up with something on your mind that is completely off the original subject?  Or maybe that doesn’t happen to you.

Well, it does to me.  Often.

This morning we were on the way in to the Library and the roads were kind of nasty.  I was worried about the car slipping around when Jonny made a comment about the skid steer needing new tires.  We talked about tires for a bit and Jonny said something about the inner tubes.  I asked if the skidsteer had tubeless tires, and reminisced about when tubeless tires became popular.  Vernon mentioned  Radials…… then I thought about that there used to be a Uniroyal tire factory in Eau Claire.   All random, non-essential stuff.

Next, Good-Year popped into my head.  Then my thoughts turned to Ellen Morgan…..our next door neighbor, who worked at the Logan, Ohio  Good-Year plant, assembling  dashboards for cars, if I remember right.

Suddenly I found myself “puddling up” as my mind went to Misty.

Dear little Misty.   She had to be the cutest, sweetest little girl ever.  She was Ed and Ellen Morgan’s little 2 year old.  They had recently moved their trailer on to their property just down the road from us and Ellen needed a babysitter for Misty.  So, they hired my sister Gwen to watch her.

Now, I think that Gwen got the money for the job but she sure had help babysitting.  We all had wanted Mom to have more children and even tried talking our parents into adopting another baby.  Of course, that didn’t happen, but I think we all thought Misty was an answer to prayers.    We all doted on her and she was the little sister we didn’t have.

Misty soaked up all the attention, from Dad, (Uncle Fuzzy) down to Todd who was about 4 years older than her.  I remember Nat and Veasy giving her rides in the wheelbarrow.  She was such a doll.  We loved her like our very own.

I am not sure how long we babysat her but it was sure fun while it lasted.  Then we moved a few miles away, and Ellen had a new baby Lorna.  We did babysit occasionally after that but nothing consistent.Somehow I missed getting any pictures of Ed.  He was a nice looking fellow by the way.  My little sweethearts. 

The Morgan’s then moved to New Straitsville, and the last I remember seeing any of them was in 1982 when Pam and I stopped by their little Carry-out store to use the restroom.  Ed banged on a pipe to let Ellen know that we were there but she wasn’t home.  (They lived in the upstairs apartment of the store.  I was disappointed as I really wanted to see them again.

Years later I heard that Ed had died…..Ellen was remarried by that time and I always wondered where our little girl was.  It just seemed as if they had dropped completely out of our world.  Mom and Dad saw Ellen once in a while but since most of us left Ohio when we married we lost all contact.

Time went on.  I still wondered.  By now, Misty and Lorna were long-grown up and no doubt married.  For the last couple of years I tried finding her on Facebook.  Not knowing what her last name was made that game nearly impossible.

Then—-at my Dad’s viewing, a woman walked in.  Instantly, I knew that I knew her but no name came to mind.  Who was she?  There was something very familiar but I drew a blank.

I said, “I know that I know you, but I can’t figure out who you are.”

She smiled her lovely smile and said, “I am Ellen Stewart.  Morgan.”

YES!!!!  I hadn’t thought of her coming to the visitation but you should’ve seen the stir it caused.   Most, if not all of my siblings joined me and getting reacquainted.  This was a very pleasant reunion for all of us.

We plied her with tons of questions.    And she willing provided us with answers.    Now we knew….after all those years.

Ellen left the church an hour or so, but not long later Misty was there introducing herself.  For me that was an emotional experience.  Here was my little “sister” that I hadn’t seen for over 30 years!  Actually, Misty wasn’t in school yet the last time I’d seen her so its been closer to 40 years.  And of course, she was just as sweet as I remembered.    (She told me that her Mom called her when she got home and told her to get over there to the church to see our family.  Misty got out of bed and dressed and came over to bless us Glenn’s.)  Now wasn’t that a sweet thing to do?  God love her. 

The next day, Ellen came again for the funeral.  This time she brought Lorna.  Another gift.  I wonder if Ellen will ever fully realize what she did for us by coming? She, by the way, had just learned that Dad had cancer just a few days before he died when she called to see how they were.  (I think that’s how it was anyway….she almost missed finding out.  I am so thankful that she did find out, though!)

Oh, now I am crying again.  Sniffle, sniffle.  :-s.  I consider it a highlight in my life to reconnect with them again.

I don’t have any pictures of the reunion but I am going to ask Ellen if I can scan a couple of pictures to post on here.Misty, Laurel, Kirsten, and Lorna.  (I never met the 2 younger girls)

Until next time.  Toodle do.

PS.  Now, not only did we find each other again, we are all friends on Facebook. 

Rosalyn Landis from Ephrata, PA is the winner of Dorcas Smucker’s new book Tea and Trouble Brewing.

Actually we had quite a time with the drawing.  I wrote all the names on paper, cut them out and put them into a bowl.  We mixed them good and had Kaity pull out a slip of paper.  First name pulled was someone on Dorcas’s blog tour and didn’t qualify.  Whoops.  Try again.  Next Lavina pulled a slip out and it was Karina ?.  I contacted her and then I remembered that my niece had commented and I knew I hadn’t written her name down.  Strange…so I started looking and realized that I had missed a whole page of comments about 10 in all.  So, I added them and put Karina’s name back in.   This time, Jonny pulled a name and it was Rosalyn’s.

I felt kind of bad for Karina.  If I had an extra book I would’ve sent her one anyway but I knew I had to be fair to the one’s that had been mixed.

Rosalyn had served in Guatemala in San Sur during the time we were with Mennonite Air Missions so it was fun to give a book to someone I knew.  Also, I think its interesting that she was the first one to comment.  Does make me wonder who would’ve won if we had had all the names in the bowl at the beginning.  

Congratulations, Rosalyn!  Enjoy! (I am SURE you will.   )

I love tea.  In fact, our entire family loves it.  We have tea for breakfast almost every day.  

I enjoy different flavors but I must admit that my favorite is Lipton’s black tea.  I love to brew a cup, sit down, relax, sip it slowly, and enjoy it. I found these really cute teacups/pots to make the experience more enjoyable but alas, the little pots only hold one cup of tea.  

Although I love drinking tea, it seems that more often I end up pouring a cup and end up gulping it down in a hurry, due to my busy schedule.  It seems I rarely have the opportunity of just taking my good ol’ time to sip and relax.

I started out reading this book I slowly sipped each story in a relaxed fashion.  But, then, I suddenly found that I needed to start gulping to finish up with the book by the time my turn for the weblog arrived.  

I met Dorcas several years ago when she came into my fabric store with her sister-in-law, Anna, who lives down the road from us.  Anna introduced us and we chatted a bit while they shopped.  I never gave it any more thought.  Then five years ago, I went to Borderland Ladies’ Retreat in International Falls, MN where Dorcas was the guest speaker.  I told my sister, (PC in VA) about meeting Dorcas.  

Pam’s response was: “You know who she is, don’t you?”  

Well,  ”Nooooo, I guess not.”  

“She is Amos Yoder’s Dorcas.”

“WHAAAAAAAATTTTT????   Really???!!!!!”

What a surprise.  I knew and played with Dorcas when we were little girls!  Talk about a very small world.   

My mind went back to the time our family went to visit the Yoder family when families lived near Somerset, Ohio.  We played hide and seek outside in their yard until it got dark.  I remember thinking that Fred was an odd name and it was the first time I remember hearing the name Marcus.  

Another time I remember their family coming to visit our family.  Of course, horses and buggies were fascinating, especially when the horse just couldn’t make it up the hill.  I still can “see” the children getting out of the buggy and pushing it on up the hill.  Recently, I mentioned that to Dorcas and her response was “Ah, Fern…”  She remembered that event too but hadn’t remember who they had gone to visit.  

So our connection goes way back into the mid 60′s.  Both our families left that part of Ohio and lost track of each other over time.  It was nice to reconnect after so many years.

I have copies of Dorcas’ first 2 books and loved them.  (Somehow I missed getting the third one.)  So when the opportunity came up to do this blog for her, I jumped at the chance.  Believe me, I wasn’t disappointed.  This book is written true to form and I enjoyed it immensely.  Dorcas is such a candid writer and tells it how it really is.  I find that honesty so refreshing and on the most part humorous.  I can often identify with what she’s trying to say.

I am not going to try to give you a run down on all this book has in it, some of the other bloggers did do some of that.  With a 10 year-old son of my own, who seems to think he’s a rocket scientist, the story about Boys and Explosions was perfect.  I was thinking that Jonny was maybe a little too obsessed with things that went pow, bang and ka-boom, I was relieved that at least he didn’t try some of the stunts the Smucker boys did!  Yet, (cross my fingers) yet.  

Then the article on Joining Facebook brought back some of my own recollections.  The list could go on……I am quitting here….I want to leave something to the imagination and I know that you will enjoy this book.

Now for the punchline or whatever.  Dorcas has sent me three (3) signed copies of this book.  One for myself, one for me to give to anyone I chose and the third for someone who visits my blog and leaves a message.   I will randomly draw a name from the list of messages on Monday and mail that lucky person the last copy.  

Remember, you will have to make sure I will be able to get a hold of you if your name is drawn.  (Any comments on Facebook counts too.)

Harrisburg, OR 97446

By the way, look what I found at Connections (second hand store) today?  They had about 5 sets but I couldn’t afford them all.  

I think I shall start collecting mini tea sets too.