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Knitting Time


Today is Monday, which is the first day of my "weekend". Which means, on Monday and Tuesday I work at home as opposed to the store. Wednesday I run errands, make phone calls and end up at the store for knitting circle at 6 pm (always free! always fun! bring your friends!). But the good thing about Mondays and Tuesdays are the mornings; I can sleep in (never mind the fact I was up at 5:30 this morning), and get up looking forward to a leisurely breakfast because I don't have to be anywhere, I'm just staying home. This morning, even as I type, the bacon is frying, the coffee is perking and I'm going to make ployes, and Joe & I can have a nice breakfast together.

Saturday morning I was walking to the store, and I passed a gaggle of teenage girls slinking along morosely in the crosswalk, which is actually a pretty unusual sight at 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday in Camden. As I passed, one girl was saying, "...she's the one who'll take you to every museum, if there's any museum within miles...." and the girl next to her muttered, with feeling, "I hate museums."

It reminded me of travels with my sister when I was a teenager. I think we visited nearly every museum and historic site in Maine and most of New Brunswick. But, I had fun! I loved museums, loved history and art, probably more than most 14-year-olds. I remember one in particular, the Beaverbrook Art Gallery in Frederickton, NB. When we were there they had Salvador Dali's "Discovery of America by Christopher Columbus". I remember I spent hours just looking at it. I think it was the first time I ever really saw a painting, really saw it as having meaning, beyond just being a pretty wall decoration. Next to the painting, the museum displayed quite a lengthy explanation of all the elements in the picture, their symbolism, why Dali put them in, and technical details about the painting. I found it utterly fascinating. It was the first time I'd seen a picture that was so large (nearly 14 feet tall!), or an original work by an artist of such magnitude. I had seen Salvador Dali on TV, a PBS documentary, so I knew he was famous. It was like a little art history & appreciation class, just for me.

My love of history is probably why at family reunions and celebratory family gatherings, instead of being outside playing kickball with all the cousins, I was the one sitting quietly (so as not to be noticed and therefore made to leave) in the corner, ostensibly reading a book, but really listening to the stories -- both the fascinating and the mundane. Stories of great aunt Belinda who ran off with that foreign man, or Howard Bean's donkey that always used to steal Mrs. Gibbs' clothes off the line, or the day my father at the age of 7 took mustard and peanut butter sandwiches as a prank to the men cutting wood in the woodlot and was disappointed when they ate the sandwiches up and said how delicious they were. I was a collector. A story collector.

Maybe that's why people like coming to Unique One. I like to listen to people, to collect their stories. Everybody has a story to tell. You just have to get them to tell it.


Helen in NH

Good morning Sunshine!
Here's a story for ya: you sent me blue wool and a baby bonnet pattern and on the day I finished the bonnet (yesterday) I learned that I'll be a Nana again in April. Michael's Bonnet will be re-named, "Michael's Fertility Totem."

Beth Collins

Congratulations, Helen! There must be some magic left in that there bonnet... Also, congratulations on finishing the bonnet!

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