Warm Hands, Warm Hearts . . .

 

 

 

 

“But gloves from woman’s gentle hand,

Of cordial Friendship bear the wand;

And in return a single glove

Betokens emblematic Love.

 

Thy gift fair Ellen, then I take,

And cherish for the giver’s sake;

And while they shelter from the storm

My hands, the heart alike shall warm;

And speed for thee to God above,

The fervid prayer of faithful love.”

 

Excerpt from “To a Lady” in Poems of Religion and Society by John Quincy Adams

Gloves and photos by Goodnightgram

 

 

 

 

 

Check it out!  I was stopped at a red light and spotted this skein of yarn in the rear window of the car in front of me.  Hmmmm . . . a knitter?

And Goodnight will have orange mittens to match her orange stocking cap for our camp weekend!~

And lastly, today is Four Chaplains Day.

Check out this link for the story:  http://www.homeofheroes.com/brotherhood/chaplains.html

There are several Four Chaplains Memorials.  I have visited the one in Bottineau, North Dakota.  See it here:  http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/11789

Winding Wool by Robert Service

 

      

 

 

Winding Wool

She’d bring to me a skein of wool
And beg me to hold out my hands;
so on my pipe I cease to pull
And watch her twine the shining strands
Into a ball so snug and neat,
Perchance a pair of socks to knit
To comfort my unworthy feet,
Or pullover my girth to fit.

As to the winding I would sway,
A poem in my head would sing,
And I would watch in dreamy way
The bright yarn swiftly slendering.
The best I liked were coloured strands
I let my pensive pipe grow cool . . .
Two active and two passive hands,
So busy wining shining wool.

Alas! Two of those hands are cold,
And in these days of wrath and wrong,
I am so wearyful and old,
I wonder if I’ve lived too long.
So in my loneliness I sit
And dream of sweet domestic rule . . .
When gentle women used to knit,
And men were happy winding wool.

                                        Robert Service