I’ve not been very active either writing or reading blogs . . . here’s a bit about why.
First — sadly — Lawrence S. Ford passed away in mid-March (Lawrence Ford Obituary). He was Melisa’s dad and he passed away from complications from an unavoidable surgery. He was 96, and had been declining in health for a number of months before.
Aside from being with him for his last few days, Melisa and her siblings were — and still are — involved in finalizing his affairs after his passing.
We held a memorial in early April, for which I made one of the boards recounting parts of his early life and the parts of his life he shared with us.
A conversation between my sister and diem3 had me remember the photos I snapped of my mother’s cross-stitch projects.
I should clarify . . . in Part 1, I identified her work as needlepoint, but it’s cross-stitch.
OK, cross-stitch . . . here’s a description (LINK) and here’s a bit of history (LINK) and some stitches (LINK).
The pieces I’m posting today are all Christmas related . . . and because I’m pressed for time, I’ll keep my brilliant commentary to a minimum (or completely absent).
Some of these have greetings in Italian; “Auguri” means Greetings . . . whereas Anguria means Watermelon. I know, it’s not relevant, but I wanted to put that out there for them who might be interested.
A conversation between my sister and diem3 had me remember the photos I snapped of my mother’s needlepoint cross-stitch projects.
I should clarify . . . photos of a small number of my mother’s needlepoint cross-stitch projects. So, here I am, finally posting the photos I took last September (and a few from 2017).
It’s worth noting just how much has happened in the past eleven months. The world has actually changed, and not for the better. On a personal note, we suffered the passing of my brother early in the year, something that still sucker-punches me.
I mention all this to underscore the importance — physical, mental, and emotional — of having a hobby or interest that offers an escape from the increasing bleakness of the human condition.
Hmm . . . all that seems a downer of an introduction. Let me recover . . . by telling a joke I recently read on a friend’s timeline (Facebook):
“I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather did. Not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.”
OK, needlepoint cross-stitch . . . here’s a description (LINK) and here’s a bit of history (LINK) and some stitches (LINK).
And away we go!
Most of the ones I’m sharing are holiday-themed works, but not all.
This will be a quick post because I have stuff to do. So, in at the end of April 2001, we headed to Italy for a few weeks. One of the places that made an impression on us was Gianduja. It’s listed as an ice cream shop, but it also sells pastries some excellent coffees.
A visit there — and Italy in general — reawakened in us an appreciation for good coffee and great desserts (both hard to find in the US). The coffee I wrote about HERE. The desserts are difficult to describe. Luckily, while Zio Marino was still alive, he responded for my request for a list of desserts offered at Gianduja by sending me the menu . . .
Now, Gianduja is the name for a hazelnut chocolate spread that predates Nutella (different formulation). You can read a bit about it HERE but you can also search the Internet for it and learn more about it. For a decent discussion of Gianduja versus Nutella, read HERE.