Knit Together

August 1981, my Florida born dog and I started our journey to Texas. It was a homecoming of sorts for me and a new adventure for him. A Great Aunt that I barely knew, shared her home so that I could afford to continue my college education. 

The youngest of 5 children, with my grandmother being the oldest, Aunt Beth was just a few years older than my dad. I hesitated on the move for a bit, because I did not want to go from my parents house into another "parental" situation. I am happy to say, that we had a really great year! 

We drank Coke (Coca Cola) by the cases, she taught me to knit and needlepoint. Sometimes Grandmomma would join us with catfish from a farm between our homes and we would cook and stay up all night talking about life, school, men, expectations and reality. 

Me in my first knitted yellow cap. And yes, our snowwoman is wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette. (Virginia Slims if memory serves.) One of those things...you just had to be there.

Final goodbyes were said to Aunt Beth today. When you share your life with someone they just own a piece of you. ♥ Please kiss Grandmomma for me and hug my dog!

Sunny, wondering about the cold wet white stuff!