The Writing's On the Wall

Welcome Spring!

 Yesterday, my dear friend Tracy invited me 

to join her for a drive. She mentioned she was 

bringing her camera, so of course I brought mine. 

(If you've visited her remarkable blog you're acquainted with 

her gifts for photography and writing, to name a few.)

Well we were driving along, chatting away, enjoying 

a beautiful blue sky morning, when suddenly Tracy pulled into 

the driveway of our knitting friend, Ginny Space. 

Tracy making friends.

Stretching along a main road in our town, 

the Space family farm always entertains passers-by 

with its flock of grazing sheep, playful goats 

and as I saw today, excitable pink pigs running amuck!

Thanks to Tracy, this spontaneous stop brought 

this girl and her camera much joy and delight.  

I just had to share these little fellas with you. 

What other discoveries are being made this weekend? 

 George, as in Washington.

Can you spot Paul Revere? Benjamin Franklin?

This, my friends, is what remains of the first (very 
patriotic) wall paper my parents put on the walls of 
the same house my husband, A. and I presently call home.

Wanting to freshen up our first floor, this weekend 
Hubby & I are stripping wallpaper and painting. 
What we uncovered isn't old wallpaper stuck to the wall. 

No. Let's go back, shall we?

 When my two brothers were 5 and 3 years old 

(I'm innocent! I hadn't arrived on the scene yet) 

they managed one morning to quietly come down

the stairs of this brand new home without 
waking Mom or Dad. They proceeded to open 

a large tub of Crisco, dug in their little hands 

and began "painting" the walls. 
And then the cabinets, a few door knobs, 
the toilet seat...any and every thing at their height!

Uncovered 43 years later, it seems the Crisco 
transferred the ink from the wallpaper onto the sheetrock.

Seeing this lettering instantly brought back many 
happy childhood memories. Because I'll be painting 

over it I regret that I won't see this writing on the wall again. 

Well, at least I'll have these photos.

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I sure wish I had a photo of the look on my Mom's face 

when she came downstairs that morning!