The Memories Remain


 We read today that the house (we dubbed the ‘bug house’ for obvious reasons) on Warren Street in Glens Falls in which we rented the downstairs apartment was torn down to make room for a larger Stewart’s convenience store. Though we lived there less than 2 years, moments in time are tied to the house…watching the NASA space shuttle Challenger launch and then explode on a tiny B&W tv, Ben helping himself to the sugar donuts that were apparently NOT out of his 2 YO hand’s reach, watching from a bedroom window as 4YO Josh ran over to Stewart’s to buy a half-gallon of milk for his momma, lighting a gas oven for the first time, cooking a Thanksgiving dinner for the first time, catching the city bus right outside our door, and many more day to day events that seemed small at the time but are etched on my brain…the house is gone but the memories remain… 




Sweet Remnants of the Days…

My 98 YO mother passed on Mother’s Day. I’m still grieving.  As a tribute to her, I created these three little wall hangings from her fabric remnants, trims, and butterfly pins. The top one is mine- made from fabric Mom used to make me a peasant blouse in the early 1970’s. The red one, a gift for my older sister, features a small remnant of Mom’s kitchen curtain fabric from the 1960’s, and the blue one, a gift for my younger sister, is a medley of tiny remnants, but the center of the flower was a remnant of a blouse Mom had made for herself. Touching, cutting, sewing these little pieces of the past on the Singer Featherweight that Mom bought me in the early 1970’s breathed new life into my grieving soul. “Play nice together!”, I heard myself saying to the remnants, something I heard Mom say to me as a child when I wanted to fight with my little sister instead of play with her. It made me smile again, remembering…seems the possibilities could be endless for more smiles, when the box of Mom’s sweet remnants comes out to play…