A Tree Formed in Putnam Valley
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith. book
Feed the Hungry
The storm? Not. It's not a storm without wind, for me. Although it promised a dump of snow. Close to a foot, we got a mix of sleet and rain with a bit of snow topping, Maybe 3". Basically solid ice as dawn broke. The kind of thing that is sort of pretty but there will be no walking, shoveling or anything else. Couldn't fill the feeders so just tossed the seed out the window. It's a bit like a bird skating rink.
Just yesterday, it seemed like spring and I was inspired to work on this tree. I did a bit of cloth weaving, and added a patch of silk, and I stopped because I really want to talk about the base making first. And there are so many cloth stories here. And again I remind myself to slow down.
It's cold. Maybe a bit warmer in a day or 2. But then cold again. SeeSaw.
Nine for Peace
Nine, for Peace. Again. How many times will I need this? Not a new cloth. Gathered as a nesting place, suddenly like a basket. A wishing 9? No. Today I thought, Nine for Piece. Piece on Earth. Build it. peace
And here comes my neighbor. With his plow. Waving. "Hey! What happened to spring? "
We don't agree on everything, but somehow we know how to get by, by getting along. I just heard his wife is a quilter...
this tree is one of my all time favourites of yours
I am thinking because it is so simple? I am trying to stop before I lose that…
yes the simplicity, it is all it needs to be
you, the master of that these days…
Peace ~ Piece ~ Peace…
repeat
“… Margery Daw … Jack shall have a new master … ”
and I am trying to recall the rest … did we skip rope to it? …
my dad was born and raised in Brooklyn, but I’ve never read the book … just put a hold on it and I’m thinking it will be might be much like his early life growing up on a cemetery where his dad was the superintendent
My son has a place in Brooklyn, still, even though he has a house upstate. I have only spent time there since he got his apt. But I recognize street names from mom’s stories. It’s become such a different place even in the last few years. I am just curious.
My half-sister lives in South Brooklyn.
I too remember the title, but have never read the book. The other one that I read the title on the shelf and never read was The Idiot 🙂
Seesaw Margery Daw, Johnny shall have a new master, He shall earn but a penny a day, Because he can’t work any faster.
We have to keep trying but it’s hard not to be discouraged sometimes.
human nature might just be bigger than we imagine
creating peace, one neighbor at a time.. x
keep your world smaller and there is a better chance for peace.
My son is safely out of Ukraine. But his heart is there. So sad. Humans and the things they do. So yesterday while I worried I stitched and today I stitch as I think of those who will suffer there.
Yes, humans, the real puzzle. Glad your son is safe. There will be so much senseless suffering.
Peace, in pieces 💔
I didn’t read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn until last year and I think I fell prey to the thing not living up to the hype. The book is on so many top 100 novel lists and is beloved by so many and I just sort of shrugged. Or worse even, I think I wasn’t quite buying the poor girl who reads ten books a week to lift herself out of her bad circumstance idea. Maybe I would have loved it as a teenager. I think probably.
That’s why I want to read it again. Not being a reader, not aware of it’s popularity, just a memory undefined.
Peace for all.
Food for all.
it is possible.
Oh! I have that book, I remember it being very good, but can’t remember it exactly either. As I was packing, I had decided to keep it and so it’s now in a box. I was born and raised in Brooklyn so it has special meaning. I think I will look for the movie, might be fun to watch.
The weather never does what the weatherman says it’s going to. We got mostly rain instead of the snow which turned to ice but now it’s all melting away as the sun just came out.
my mom grew up in the bronx and brooklyn, I think she related to it in some way.
This is so sad.
PEASE for all.
confusing after all this time…
Your story on A Tree Grows in Brooklyn gave me the gift of melancholy, a dear friend. I have read only reviews of that book and nice to hear a voice on it.
Thank you.
makes me think of mom.
amen to peace
i wonder about human nature.
Stay safe, and warm and cozy.
warm and cozy, but who is safe really?
Birds skating!🤗 Explored the book and see it became a movie as well. A story I’m curious about now and will likely find relation with my family history. I’m growing a tree or a path. Unsure. Maybe when the moon comes. Peace. 😘☮️🇺🇦
I don’t think I ever saw the movie. the book on the family bookshelf, I am blurred into the past.
Encouraging words feel empty today. Nine for Peace is something I can see and hold in my heart. Thanks. May the needle, thread, and cloth feed you today.
I think it needs to become a blanket
Wishing for peace 🕊
Building peace.
You are embodying & calling forth Peace with your cloths. Thank you for all that you do.
🫶🕊️❤️🩹
I think this cloth needs to be way bigger!
Yeah, I agree. Maybewe all could make a nine PEACE patch to spread Peace?
It will take a lot of them , right?
Yes it will but we have to start somewhere and it can go on forever and we could spread the peace.
Hopefully I am writing understandable English.
Understood!