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SoCS – Spin Me a Yarn

Continued thanks to Linda Hill who sponsors this lovely stream of consciousness every week. Every Friday she provides a new word to spark our minds into action.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers. This week, the prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yarn.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!


‘Spinning a yarn’ has two completely different meanings. One references telling a tall tale and the other about spinning wool into actual yarn. It’s a good jumping off place for today’s prompt.

When I lived in Alaska, there were certain things everyone purchased or sent ‘home’ as gifts. They ranged from inexpensive gag gifts like moose nugget earrings (earrings made from moose poop) to hand painted gold pans, jade, ivory, and gold nugget jewelry.

My sister and her family lived in Alaska and they were the reason I ended up there – another story for another day. I remember the year she decided to get our parents hand knit Alaskan sweaters for Christmas. These sweaters (jumpers) were big and bulky with zip fronts. Each one knitted with a typically Alaskan scene with moose, cabins, salmon, etc. My sister bought them matching sweaters with cabins and mountains knit into the design. The yarns were earthy colors and the resulting sweater was warm and heavy.

It is sad that the major retail outlets sell these rip-off sweaters as authentic and are often constructed with polyesters and rayon yarns. I know my sister paid a pretty penny for them.

So I left Alaska with many Alaskan Souvenirs – mostly jewelry, but the one thing I regretted was not getting a scarf or hat knitted from qiviut yarn. Qiviut is the naturally shedding wool of a muskox.

Quartl, Ovibos moschatus qtl3, CC BY-SA 3.0

The color of the yarn is a pale brown and is warmer than wool or cashmere. It is very expensive because it must all be hand combed and carded. The scarves are delightful to the touch, soft, lightweight and SO warm. Unlike wool, it will not shrink when exposed to water.

 

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SoCS – A Menagerie of Thoughts

Continued thanks to Linda Hill who sponsors this lovely stream of consciousness every week. Every Friday she provides a new word to spark our minds into action.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers. This week, the prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collect.” Use the word “collect” any way you’d like. Have fun!


I have been in a writing slump these last few weeks. It is hard to get back into the groove of writing after taking such long breaks. My mind does not seem to want to kick back into gear.

Normally, writing comes quite easily for me. Lately my mind tends to wander into a million different directions which makes collecting my thoughts that much more difficult.

I recently read something another blogger wrote. She said something to the effect that perhaps she had written everything she had to say. That resonated with me. If I dig deep, however, I realize there is so much I could write about, but I am not always inspired to write about every little thing I have experienced.

My mantra goes something like this: “Collect your thoughts, Maggie. What do you want to write about?” Of course my responses find me bringing up topics I have already written about. My brain is in a loop.

Even if I come up with something, my brain goes into diversion mode. Even sitting here at this moment, my mind is wandering.

I should write about growing up in the little church community. Sunday school, preaching, Bible school, and the passing of the collection plate. I think I wrote about revivals, but those were much different than normal church attendance.

My mind even wanders when I try to sleep. It has become my norm now to fall asleep to soothing music. It keeps my mind from running away with thoughts.

With all these thoughts running rampant through my brain, one might think it should be easy to collect them and write. I did recently read that lethargy and brain fog are often a side effect of shingles.

Maybe I am just expecting too much too soon.

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SoCS – Growing, Growing, Grown

It is that time of the week where we just sit back and turn the wheel over to the ole’ noggin as we just think and write, throwing caution to the wind. Linda Hill gives us a new prompt every Friday.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “growth.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!


I have experienced so much growth when I look back over my life. I think of my gentle youth surrounded by the hills that I called home, completely unaware of the world around me. Now I live in a time where my thoughts are bombarded by the trials and tribulations of the world 24 hours a day. It is too much.

I watched the growth of my children as they grew from babies to toddlers to adolescents and now as adults with families of their own. Their personal growth through this life has been phenomenal, but it is all happening too quickly now. S L O W down.

I remember one night in particular. We went to visit my father, back in the hills where nothing seems to change. I stepped out of the car and walked toward my dad with his arms spread wide. It was the first time I remember thinking ‘he’s getting old’. His hair white with his familiar crew cut and his belly too round stretching the fabric of the white t-shirts he favored. He had grown old. I wonder now if this is how my children might soon see me.

Another visit pops into my mind. It was midnight, we were all out back of the house lying on quilts starting into the sky as a fantastic meteor shower performed in the skies above us. That was a good night. Experiences entrenched in memories are proof of a special type of growth. The type of growth fertilized with love.

I hope this past year of the pandemic has provided growth for many of us in the way we treat our planet and each other. Our state eliminated almost all restrictions yesterday. I hope we have grown enough to handle the freedoms we have again been given.

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SoCS – Back to the Playground

Linda‘s prompt had me back on the playground today. If you want to join in the fun, Check out Linda’s blog – she spells out the rules and you can read the the contribution of other bloggers.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Linda might have been thinking about the fact today is the first day of May, but that’s not where my mind went.


My post title is a little misleading. Where I grew up there was no playground. Well, there was at school, but that was 6 miles away. Our playground was the wide open spaces.

If we could gather enough kids together, we would find a big yard and play things like  Red Rover, Kick the Can, Rock School, Simon Says, and Mother May I.

Mother May I is a strange game when you dissect it a bit. If you are not familiar, one person is designated as the mother. All the rest of the kids line up a distance from mother with the goal of being the first to reach mother.

The game is played by asking questions:

”Mother, may I take one giant step forward?”

Mother would respond with either yes you may, or no you may not.

Then another asks. “Mother, may I take three small steps forward?

Mother may then respond with something like “No you may not, but you may take one step backwards”.

You see, mother has all the control in determining who reaches her first. That doesn’t seem fair! Mother holds all the cards.

Perhaps the game’s origins hail back to the idea that mother is the boss and what she says goes! It sure was that way with my mother!

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SoCS – The Sound of OOP

Linda threw us for a loop with her prompt this week.

Check out Linda’s blog if you want to join in – just check out the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!


The first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt yesterday was the song Alley Oop, but I saw Melanie wrote about it, so I am mentally moving on,

Since my brain seems to be in nostalgia mode 75% of the time, I did a little time travel back to the 60s. The fashion trends for young guys in high school were moving from the 50s jeans/t-shirt vibe to a little more tailored look. Button down shirts became the rage.

In the backs of the shirts above the center pleat, was a loop. This loop known as a “locker loop” was designed to allow the shirts to be hung on a hook in say, a locker.

There was a practice of girls tugging on the loops to get a boy’s attention, but it did not stop there. Young girls figured out they could rip those loops off the backs of the shirts. It became a ‘thing’ to collect these loops – especially of your own boyfriend’s shirt. I’m not sure if manufacturers changed the construction to make it more difficult to tear the loops off, but this practice could rip a small hole in the back of the shirt.

The local mothers were not too pleased. Especially when a particularly enthusiastic girl yanked so hard she ripped a huge hole in the back of a shirt. The principal put a stop to the practice. (Or at least he thought he did.)

I remember girls who had small scrap books with pages filled with the tiny loops torn from button down shirts. Isn’t popular culture strange?