I went into a country store today and was very conservative in my selections. Lucinda helped me, and what a help she was.
Inspired
But I got this and there is a vest that I really want that I need to think about.
First of all, Juni Fisher is not just a song writer, she’s a story teller from way back when, a woman who names inanimate objects and tells stories about them. She’s also a singer, with a voice as clear as a bell, and a guitar picker. And a right nice gal.
I walked into this store wanting to look for Jim but ended up looking for me. My thought is that I’ll end up with something we could renew our vows in, someday after Nanny’s surprise has worn off. Then we can hit her again.
Boots will have to be specially made for me, perhaps for Jim as well. Hat for me would work but brother John has to weigh in on hats for both, as Jim’s head is too big – must be that darned big brain of his.
Yesterday, Nanny took us for a ride in our car, as she’s looking to buy a car and we just got ours a few weeks ago. Jim spent a lot of time adjusting her seat et al, but when we got on the road she was enjoying herself and we always love her company.
Let’s hope Juni got home safe and has some time with family and friends before her next tour. We enjoyed meeting her, spending some down time with her and listening to her tales both spoken and sung.
She brought me home. Three taps of the horn – thanks Mom! Keep on cooking, folks, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
It’s interesting that three taps of the gavel came after the horn, and that was Chautauqua’s sound. My father tapped that gavel.
On its way is a vintage placard which my mother had framed and no-one else in the family wanted. It says “The Custom at Chautauqua is Silence After Chimes.” Chautauqua is known for its bell tower. When I worked there my head driver (for artists and speakers) had a sister who “manned” the bell tower.
There were quarterly bells and fifteen-minute concerts and Becky was the organist for those segments.
I wanted this placard because it reminds me of not only Mom, but Chautauqua and Frank and Becky and what the people who didn’t have to work for a summer enjoyed.
I worked a cash register that year. And paid room and board though I didn’t live there or eat there, ever. I made about $1/hour and it was an exercise in humiliation that I endured. Until the next summer, another exercise…. Dee
When I think of Mom I think of her only surviving sister, my Aunt Lorna. She misses Mom too, and loves us all.
I just want to thank LoJo for being there for us. Dee
Oh, I forgot to tell you that we eloped the first time…
Nanny forgot how to submit a comment to the blog. Here’s what she had to say:
“My surprise of Juni Fisher was so fantastic I’m still a little numb trying to take it all in. She has to be the most talented female I’ve known. She was so warm and kind I felt she must be kin. She has been favored by God to have such talent with a voice that must be similar to an angel. My new ambition is to persuade her to detour our way at least once a year.
Love, Star Struck Nanny”