I feel a song coming on . . .

Ma Tante's gloves.

"I hate the things you do, but I still love you." Tu te souviens? Yes, Ma Tante used to remind us of that often when the kids were growing up. It does make me cry when I remember all the beautiful, useful lessons we learned from the old folks (tongue in cheek.) What a smart bunch of whippersnappers were they! Not sure anyone even thinks clearly, lovingly, astutely, calmly, sweetly, acutely, accurately  any more. Sure do miss the old folks at home. (Stephen Foster) Unsure why I'm off on this tangent this grey morning. Perhaps when I roam around this old house and I see all the changes it has undergone through the many years I feel the permanence of people past. In any case I do love this old place with its hidden stories.

Have a new wall in the basement. It's not dry yet but in five days or so Puppies and Dante's Pop will be painting it with a cement paint. It looks just fine. No more crumbling bricks. Oops, gotta run. Mémère needed!

Quote:  Memory is the receptacle and sheath of all knowledge.   ___Cicero