Giving thanks
During the weeks and days leading up to Thanksgiving, I count my blessings and give thanks for the wonderful people who have touched my life in some way, shape, or fashion over the years. My maternal great-aunt Clara Compton Pickle always makes my thankful-for list each year.
Growing up, my sister Beckie and I called her and her dear husband A.D. by their given names. Why, you ask? Well, she insisted on it. We never asked her the reason for this, we simply respected her wishes.
Anyway, Clara was a wonderful cook. In fact, she was great at everything she ever attempted. Her hands were never idle. I particularly remember she knitted, crocheted, or did some other type of needlework while she watched TV. She said it relaxed her.
My, my, how her fingers could fly!