Dad recently told me that my grandmother and her brother were accomplished yodelers. I never knew that. My family was always musical and violin and accordian and concertina were what Dad used to talk about when we were kids.
I stopped into Wal-Mart today and the checker knew I’d lost my voice (pharyngitis) and advised me to rest my voice so I can sing Christmas carols later on. What a sweet thought!
Dad still plays the violin. I’ve only made sure my beautiful guitar is hydrated, not played for nearly a year. Sorry Korky and Conservatory staff! Music is so important and to let it slide is a shame.
Especially when we have talents like Wylie Gustafson and Juni Fisher in the neighborhood. Yodeling Fool is a song I downloaded this past weekend for the kids to hear. Buffalo Gals is also a favorite. Also Juni’s new CD, all about the Pendelton Roundup. I need to get one of those for my bud PDX Knitterati.
There are snowflakes on my screen. Out here it’s too cold to snow. I’m about to light the fire. Right now I can’t speak much less yodel but I will get your yodeling book, Wylie. Some family traditions need to be maintained. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
New album? Sweet!
No snow here, just raining. As usual. But we were in St. Louis over the holiday, and it snowed on Thanksgiving there!
Red Geetar Records is sending it your way as I type. It’s mighty cold here, I’m wearing my silk long undies to bed, right about now. Thanks for Pippi. It helps a lot.