Flax in bloom, in bloom, in bloom and on and on….a song to Flax
Mercy came to listen
keep trying to find a time of day that the light will allow a true image of the color. This is close.
i found my Grandmother in the dictionary. A while ago, i was wondering where she was and well…right there, in the dictionary. Have a habit of putting photographs and other things in books. Find it interesting that they Show UP out of the blue. I never know.
Maternal Grandmother. She died before i was born. Katerine Frances Ludvinka. Born in a town in Moravia, that i can say but have no idea how to spell. Phonetically it might be Yero mer schizta. but i know the beginning, the Yero part is Jz…the Y. Moravia. Czech Republic. Part of the family income came from eggs. Story goes that her chooks would line up on the porch railing in the evening and she would carry them, one by one into the hen house for the night. My mother and her older sister were responsible for dispatching them when the time came. My mother held on the block. Aunt Frances whacked.
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