As a third generation pack rat, I've surrounded myself with bits and pieces of the past from both sides. I've an afgan from each grandmother. And I'm still lugging the upolstered rocker that Pepere rocked all 33 grandchildren to sleep on. It needs major repair work, but the budget will cover it someday. An oil lamp Memere used in her childhood, and transcripts (the tape long ago broke) of her days in the mills as a young girl in New England.

When we moved to our present house the 92 year old woman we bought from couldn't place all her treasures and I agreed to finish the job. Slowly many things have come off the porch and back into the house because they just "belong". That includes two unusual Madonna/Goddess statues that were in this good Baptist woman's foyer. My pagan friends can't identify them either but we all agree they belong, so they now live amongst the plants and try to protect them from my haphazard care.

Love the song may even learn to play it in Bb like Fielding some day...

Tinker