Gratitude and
15,000 Thank Yous Every Day
15,000 Thank Yous Every Day
In a world full of pain and fear, I have learned that being grateful for the tens of thousands of blessings the Lord sends every day keeps me bouyed to Him.
Peter and I have known each other for more than forty years. The thing that drew us together was folk music. I remember back in 1982, I went to my first Hoot-in-nanny and there he was with his parents. Peter and I were born in the same year. He lives in a nursing home near where I live. He has cerebral palsy and a learning disability. He lived with his parents all of his life, until about 12 years ago when They moved into an assisted living facility. Then he got an apartment through the state. He’s never had a girl friend. For that matter he’s hardly ever had a friend. His family were his whole world. They were cultural Jews, not often participating in religious services, they celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas, Passover and Easter. Peter is an eccentric, and a genius! He’s also a poet. For as long as I’ve known him he’s carried spiral notebooks filled with his words. Actually, they’re more like lyrics. Because of his love for sea shanties, he often writes lyrics to the Cadence of sea shanties. He has his favorite performers, like Gordon Bok, Ed Trickett and Bill Staines. He often hums the songs he heard them sing. Peter became a born again Christian in the 1990s. I remember the “Hoot” I attended and him proudly showing me his Star of David with the cross in the center. He hasn’t always understood everything that being a Christian means, but he knows what’s most important; Jesus is real. Jesus died for his sins and someday Jesus is coming back. He comes to church with us about once a month and enjoys the Bible studies that happen at the nursing home.
Peter’s parents both escaped Europe during WW11. His father arrived from Germany right before events like Kristallnacht occurred. Peter’s mom arrived in 1942, after having escaped a concentration camp in France. Considering how insanely difficult the quota system was that allowed some Jews in, It’s a miracle they got in! Once here they set themselves up as chicken farmers in rural NJ. They brought their love of folk music with them and there because of their leaning towards communism, they rubbed elbows with such people as Woodie Guthrie and Pete Seeger. Once here they set themselves up as chicken farmers in rural NJ. They brought their love of folk music with them and their because of their leaning towards communism, they rubbed elbows with such people as Woodie Guthrie and Pete Seeger. More good and kind hearted people have never existed! I was blessed to be friends with almost eveyone in the family. Mike was a great singer and player of many instruments. He also wrote songs about living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. Kenny lived in New Hampshire with his family. I met him at family gatherings my husband and I were invited to but I never got to know him. Jackie, the only sister, lives in PA. She loves sheltie dogs and enjoys folk music but doesn’t participate in making music. And then there’s Peter, the baby of the family, born two months premature. Very sadly, both Mike and Kenny passed away from cancer. Peter didn’t do too well living by himself. He’s a diabetic and wasn’t taking care of himself or taking the medication he needed to keep him alive and a few years ago he nearly died. That’s why he lives in the nursing home at the age of 64. It is my privilege to spend time with him every week. We talk about folk music and what he gleans from the sitcoms he watches. Who knew that the “King of Queens” and “Everybody Love Raymond” were such wells of wisdom! At the end of each visit I give him a big hug and I know that’s what he’s really been waiting for. Have you heard the song written and performed by John Prine: “Hello In There?” Do yourself a favor, It’s gorgeous, and might make you shed a tear.
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Allentown, PA is about a two hour drive from our home Down the Shore. Debbie, a dear friend from high school lives there with her husband, Peter. He’s a Scot. He’s a real Scot, bred and born. Several years ago I noticed that on Debbie’s FB page she’d mentioned being a member of the “Scottish Society of the Lehigh Valley” and that they were throwing a “Robert Burns” dinner at the end of January. Robert Burns was a poet who lived in Scotland back in the 1700s. He was a formidable talent as well as a formidable rake. (Look it up!) He wrote hundreds of poems about love and what a wonderful place Scotland was and he was famous for having done so. But, for all that, he and his wife and children lived mostly in poverty. About 9 years after he passed away, a group of friends got “into their cups” and were reminiscing about their friend and they decided to have a dinner in his honor. And low and behold, people who love Robert Burn’s poetry continue to honor him. The dinner began with a cash bar and moved on to the main event, the presenting of the haggis. Burns wrote a long and vivid poem about haggis. Here it is: Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang ‘s my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o’ need, While thro’ your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see Rustic-labour dight, An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive: Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive, Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit hums. Is there that owre his French ragout, Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi’ perfect sconner, Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither’d rash, His spindle shank a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread, Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He’ll make it whissle; An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned, Like taps o’ thrissle. Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o’ fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer, Gie her a Haggis! For those of you who are uninitiated, haggis is an old and revered dish created for hearty people who worked hard and couldn’t afford better. Here’s the recipe:
Take one sheep stomach, well rinsed. Fill it with oatmeal mixed with organ meats from the above sheep, like heart, lungs, liver kidneys and such. Tie up the incision tightly with twine and place in a boiling pot of water and turn it down to a simmer. Watch the pot so that it doesn’t boil or the sheep stomach might burst open and ruin the haggis. For a 2 lb. Haggis, simmer for 1 hour and 15 minutes. Put it on an attractive plate and have your Scotland Laddie recite the Address to a Haggis! Spoon it up and see what all the fuss is about! I learned a valuable lesson this past weekend. Stay true to yourself I have been told that one of my greatest gifts is that I am me. No matter where I am, no matter whom I’m with, what you see is what you get. I do not don masks. And I love that about me. Let’s play “Find all the mistakes!” How many can you spot? This is the project I worked on for 18 hours this weekend. It measures approximately 12 1/2 inches wide and 11 inches tall. I was invited to a sewing weekend with a group of ladies, most of whom I know from church. Our goal was to complete a wall hanging, that was supposed to be 12x12 inches square, a tote bag and contribute to a quilt that would sold to benefit a local charity.
I never did get started on the tote bag. For me, it seemed like Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday until noon were a great way to make a mess. It was a lesson in futility. Some of the time my sewing machine worked just fine. But there were long stretches where I wanted to pull my hair out because it stopped working well and I couldn’t figure out why. The fact of the matter is, I'm not a quilter. I do, on occasion use my sewing machine but I've never enjoyed quilting and even though I've tried several times in the past to enjoy it I just haven't. But I did have good times. I knew almost all of the women there. And now I know the women that I didn't know when I got there. There was a lot of love In the room. On Sunday morning we had worship music from Ann, Valerie danced her worship and Chrissy sang a song. What really attracted me to the weekend, beside the fellowship of likeminded, loving women, was the redwood sauna. America's Keswick has a recreation building that houses gym space for sports and a swimming pool with a redwood sauna next to it. Now, having my own redwood sauna is 2nd to the top of the list of my aspirations in life! There is nothing more soothing and relaxing to me that a long lay down in dry room heated to 105*+ and a dip in tepid water afterwards. And I got to enjoy that pleasure two evenings in a row. I hope I get to go to the sewing weekend next year. When I do, I'll bring a special knitting project to work on while the other ladies sew. That's being true to myself and it's also being true and loving to those around me. I'll be much more comfortable as I include myself into a wonderful weekend of creating. https://www.judygoddardart.com/intimacy-with-jesus.html Do you love the outdoors? Do you love places that seem wild and woodsy? Does the Lord's creation fill you with wonder? Do you love to create? In March, 2023 I took a huge leap of faith and signed up for an online course that is teaching me how to be a Destination Retreat Leader. I’ve learned how to create an avatar; a person I imagine that needs exactly what I’ve got to share. The idea is to market to people who share those attributes. People who are in love with God but want to build deeper intimacy with Him. People who are creative and want to include Jesus in their artistic process. People who want to step out in faith and share their gifts with others. I knew when I took this on that it would be challenging, and it has been. But I feel like the time is right. I have things I want to share with others, things that I think are vitally important. I’ve been saving up knowledge for years. Some of you know that I speak openly about there being No Guilt and No Shame in the Kingdom of God. So, I’ve built a retreat syllabus titled, “Intimacy with Jesus Through Prophetic Art.” My intention is to help Christian Creatives come into a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ and learn how to live fearlessly using the gifts He’s given us. The retreat will be held from Thursday evening, September 19 through Sunday evening, September 22 with a departure date of September 23, 2024. The location is Skyland Lodge in Shenandoah National Park, VA. Skyland Lodge is a rustic resort that offers outstanding dining, comfortable accommodations and beautiful opportunities to be outside and experiencing the Lord’s creation. I have a web page dedicated to the retreat. You can find it at https://www.judygoddardart.com/intimacy-with-jesus.html Then, if you have any questions, I’d love to answer them for you. If you’d like we can have a video chat in Messenger, a phone call or a text. I’m really excited about this new adventure in my life! Skyland Lodge is a place I know and love and I want others to know and love it too!
There is a TV show that I’ve been watching since 1970. Every episode is new, but includes footage from previous episodes.
In 1964, when the first episode aired it was called “7 Up.” It’s a documentary. Subsequent episodes have been released every seven years, so the next episode was titled, “14 Up” and aired in 1970. The show focuses on fourteen seven year old children who had agreed to be interviewed once every seven years for the rest of their lives. I had completely forgotten about the project until about two weeks ago. When I googled it, I found that it was streaming on Britbox. The episode I watched last night was filmed in 2019 and was called, “63 Up.” It’s a sociological study of children, taken from a large swath of society in Great Britain. Some of the children were from families from high society. Some were from the working class and two were children whom they had found in a home for boys who’s parents couldn’t or wouldn’t keep them. The main idea was posed in the beginning: “Give me a boy til 7 years old and I’ll show you the man.” But of course, there were girls in the study as well. In every episode that question is asked again. And with the previous footage we can see for ourselves how true that statement became. Some of them seemed to prove that aforism. Of the fourteen, Tony is my favorite. He has always had that “naughty boy” look on his face. At the age of 7 he said he wanted to be jockey and if that didn’t happen, he’d be a taxi driver. He did work with race horses and jockeyed one winner. But it didn’t pan out as a profession so he became a taxi driver. At the age of 63 he had become a property developer and done quite well for himself and his. Family. At 63, two had died and one removed herself from the project. One had struggled so with mental illness that he had spent most of the years homeless or living in low rent boarding houses. it was obvious that he had not reached his seven year old dreams. I would have thought that this man would have dropped out of the program but he didn’t. Maybe there was recompense for his time and inconvenience. But, later in life he found Jesus and now works as a lay person in the Anglican Church and has gained much peace in his life. Almost all of the test subjects married and had children. And most had been divorced. One was dealing with cancer and didn’t expect to live much longer. I take a strange kind of pride in having seen all the episodes relatively near their cyclical debuts. The next episode will be in 2026, when they’ll be 70. I’ll look forward to it. It’ll be like visiting old friends. I imagine that some will have passed and that will be sad. Maybe, after the last participant has passed, someone will start the cycle over at the beginning and people will be able to delve into the sociological attitudes of the next generation. Maybe they’ll film in America. I’ve never quite understood the point of abstract art. I’ve heard it said that when looking at any abstract piece of art you’re not supposed to say what you think it looks like but rather, how it makes you feel. When I stand in front of an abstract painting all I can think of is what it I think it looks like. After that, I can analyze how it makes me feel. Wassily Kandinsky began his life of painting as a representational artist focusing on pastoral scenes. Even still, his representational paintings are quite abstract. He soon made a shift into artworks that were inspired by his devotion to Christian themes. He was a devout Orthodox Christian who included many biblical themes in his art. Born in Moscow on Dec. 16, 1866. He is considered a father of the abstract art movement. He believed the inner life of an artist could be expressed by brilliant colors in geometric patterns. His paintings have been labeled explosive in their design and execution Kandinsky lived with a neurological anomaly known as Synesthesia. His type was Chromosthesia, the ability to see (inwardly) color when hearing music. He tried to present to the world paintings that would explain the connection between music and color, as he experienced it. In Munich, Kandinsky was accepted into a prestigious private painting school and moved on to the Munich Academy of Arts. But much of his study was self-directed. He began with conventional themes and art forms, but all the while he was forming theories derived from devoted spiritual study and informed by an intense relationship between music and color. These theories coalesced through the first decade of the 20th century, leading him toward his ultimate status as the father of abstract art The Last Judgement For Wassily, paintings became more about the emotions colors evoked than a depiction of subject matter. Kandinsky was also considered an “art theorist” He believed that different colors create different moods within the human brain. For example: Red is an energetic color and those who see red feel more alive and focused. Blue brings up moods that dwell in our innermost places and is associated with supernatural thoughts. White is a cool, calm place just waiting for possibilities. In the following quote you can begin to understand how important linking color to music really was. “The sun melts all of Moscow down to a single spot that, like a mad tuba, starts all of the heart and all of the soul vibrating. But no, this uniformity of red is not the most beautiful hour. It is only the final chord of a symphony that takes every colour to the zenith of life that, like the fortissimo of a great orchestra, is both compelled and allowed by Moscow to ring out.” Creation Wassily was married twice and had a lover for ten years in between the two. Kandinsky worked for many years in as an instructor for the Bauhaus but eventually pressure from the Nazis chased the Bauhaus out of Germany in 1932. It was dissolved in 1933 and he moved to Paris. Wassily Kandinsky died in France in 1944, at the age of 77. His death was caused by cerebrovascular disease, a grouping of symptoms related to not enough blood flow to the brain. Kandinsky had one son, Vsevolod, who seems to have had an unremarkable life. His parents divorced when he was five years old and he was raised by his aunt and his father. This was the only information that I could find. How you do feel about a link between color and music? Have you ever experienced anything like Chromothesia? How do different colors influence your mood?
Leave a comment. I'd love to know! Our backyard In the year of 1996 my husband and I began looking for a new place to live. We had been in living in a suburban neighborhood for 10 years. We promised ourselves that we would be out that community within 4 years.\
My husband is an only child and when his parents passed on, less than a year apart, he inherited $150,000.00. We knew we wanted land. I can remember giving the Lord my wish list. It had to have a full basement, a front porch, a fireplace and most importantly, it had to be big enough for us to own a horse. We looked at a couple of places and did a little dreaming about each one of them, but our heart was already set on 16 acres of land that we had lived on when we first moved to Ocean County, NJ back in 1983. It was a mostly forested piece of land with 3 houses on it. It was owned by close family friends who had rented us the largest of the three houses. We lived there for 3 years before we decided that it was time to buy our first house. Ten years later, the sixteen acres went on the market. We didn’t think we could afford it. But it just kept nibbling at the back of our minds. So we went to see our financial advisor. He was also a trusted friend and we told us he thought we could make it happen we decided to go for it! We were the second people to make a bid on the property. A local business had put in a bid of $205,000.00. We didn’t know it at the time that we put our bid down. We offered $200,000.00 with a downpayment of $150,000.00, then entire amount of my husband’s inheritance. And we got it! It’s the most wonderful place in the whole world! Since most of the property is wooded, we set ourselves up with the NJ Forestry Stewardship Program, promising to keep our little forest clean by cutting only dead, downed, dying, damaged or dangerous trees. (AKA: the 5 Ds of forestry management. What we cut and sold could be used for farm tax assessment and we kept the woods in good condition for the natural habit that lives there. To me, 16 acres doesn’t sound so big, but the amount and varied wildlife is the best part of owning this place! We’ve had everything from squirrels and rabbits to deer and foxes. We’ve had turkeys and bats and so many different kinds of birds that we lose track! We’ve even had coyotes and although we haven’t seen one yet, we expect to see a bear anyway now. A man took a photo of a fisher-cat on the property next door to us. We haven’t seen him but I bet we’ve heard him a time or two. We do hear the owls! We’ve seen and heard a barred owl and heard but not seen a screech owl and a great horned owl. And we’ve had not “a” horse, but 5 horses! And 6 goats, a plethora of chickens and assorted inside animals. There is not place we would ever want to live! And we truly see it as a gift from God. We joke about the day we signed the contract. It was as if we could hear Jesus giggling. It had rained all the day but in the late afternoon the sun came out and we saw a rainbow. We knew we had made the right decision. Now, after 25 years of working hard to keep this place, we have finally paid the mortgage off and it’s ours, all ours! Very often we ride up the drive or look out a window or stand in the middle of one our fields and we can’t believe how blessed we are and how loved by God we feel. I have this friend named Phil Wyman. He entered Heaven back in May, 2023 but I only found out today. Phil told me that he had been pastor of a church in Salem, MA and when he began to reach out to the pagan population in Salem his overseers in the hierarchy of the denomination became concerned about his unconventional ways and eventually asked him to leave. He left that denomination but he didn’t leave Salem. He had a small body of believers that he fellowshipped with and he continued his work with the pagan population. I found out about Phil when I was doing research on the “Burning Man” festival held in NV every summer. I’ve long had a desire to go and be a witness of the Lord’s love in that particular place. As it turned out, he wasn’t going to Burning Man that year but he invited me to join him in Salem in October to do street ministry. Every weekend in October there’s a festival in Salam. People dress up. Street performers line the main avenue and perform for tips. Large crowds come out every year just to be in Salem during Halloween season. He asked me if I would like to come for the weekend and do some street ministry with him and I said, “Sure!” I arrived after dark and stayed at his house. The next morning we donned brown costume monk’s robes and walked down to the main street. We joined the street performers and help up signs that said, “ Hug A Monk” and “Hug A Nun” For hours we stood and gave big hugs to anyone who wanted one. Everyone who lined up was really happy to have a big warm hug! It was awesome! And I got to love on people while not scaring them away with a lot of words about salvation and judgement. And that was the point. Actions speak louder than words and anytime I get to be Jesus to someone I call it a win. It was an awesome day! You see, Phil believed in building relationships. He thought, how useful is it to tell someone about Jesus and then never see them again? The pagan people he knew in Salem had known him for years and had seen his consistency in words and actions. They knew he was a Christian and they knew that he loved them and appreciated their qualities of “otherness.” During the summer time, he traveled to Great Britain and worked the festivals there. He would show up and help with set up and sound and anything else he could do for them, including music reciting poetry. In the evenings he sat with them around their fires and listened and commented. His faith would come up and he was open about his life with Jesus, but he did not preach. He simply contributed to the discussion. He wanted his actions to speak his truth, not his words. He knew that many people who turn to paganism do so because they have been seriously burned by practitioners of Christianity. He was a very unusual man, dedicated to Jesus and a lover of all people everywhere, regardless of their faith or creed. Sikh and you shall find? That weekend in Salem is the only time I spent with him. But right away I could tell that we were kindred spirits. I listened to his blog and followed his exploits on Facebook. I would often comment and he always responded. Last year he felt that the Lord was calling him to live in Wales. He’d been there several times and really loved the landscape, the people and the language. He went pretty much broke. He knew he would be ok for the summer because he would travel from festival to festival and there he would find food and lodging. But as the season changed from summer to fall he found it difficult to find a place to live. He did eventually find a place but I knew he struggled financially. He decided that the next year, he would travel all through Wales, speaking and writing only in Welsh. When his posts popped up in Welsh I would answer in Welsh. (Thank you Google Translate!) Last summer he fell off my radar. I wasn’t seeing his posts. I prayed for him as he came to mind. Last month I sent him an email but I didn’t get one back.
Then, today I decided to check out his Facebook page and found out that he had passed. But I’m not sad. A little nostalgic maybe. But he lived his life well and I know that when he came through those pearly gates Jesus greeted him with, “Well done, good and faithful servant!” (In Welsh!) Starting when my 41 year old son was still a baby we used to travel from NJ to VA every year to celebrate Thanksgiving at a very special place called “Skyland Resort.” It’s a rustic destination spot located on the highest point of the Skyline Drive. (Shenandoah National Park.)
We discovered this treasure when we’d been to Virginia during the summer and traveled down the Skyline Drive just to see what we could see. There are many wonderful overlooks along the Drive that give a marvelous view of valleys and ridges, covered with trees. We also loved seeing the wildlife along the Drive; deer, skunks, foxes, chipmunks and even an occasional bear! When we stopped at Skyland the summer in 1983, we saw the notice for a Thanksgiving Special; 2 nights, breakfasts and dinners for a very reasonable price, so we made our reservations and wrote it on our calendar. Skyland has a main building that houses the dining room, bar, sitting area and gift shop. We would hang out in the sitting area on rainy days reading, playing games, just being together. On beautiful autumn days we would visit some of the nearby hiking trails and march off to see the overlook at the top of the Stony Man trail, or hike the White Oak Falls trail which offers several levels of water falls to visit. There is also a beautiful “all access” trail called the Limberlost Trail. The path has been laid with hard packed cinders so that wheel chairs and other mobility helps can use it. Once, when our children were older, we took a trail ride. My son had the spirited horse that kept kicking up his heels and trying to bite the butt of the horse in front of him. On Saturday afternoons we’d drive down to Big Meadow and sit in the rocking chairs in the visitor center. We’d watch the sun go down as the deer browsed in the low bush blueberries that are allowed to grow in the maintained meadow. Every year 1/4 of the meadow is mowed. That way it stays the same as when the Native Americans used it centuries ago. The meadow is so big, that when you view it, it’s a panoramic view. In the evenings there was live music in the bar and sometimes I would play a song or two while the main act took a 15 minute break. Weather was always an issue when traveling to Skyland. If the weather was bad, If there was snow on the Skyline Drive, the Drive might be closed and we would not be able to get to Skyland. That never happened, thank you Jesus, but there was a time or two when we were not allowed to leave on Sunday because of conditions on the Drive. After the sun rose high enough to melt the snow and ice we would be told it was safe to travel. The very first time we stayed at Skyland, we woke up to a world coated in rime ice. Every branch on every tree, even the very littlest ones were coated in ice and, because the wind was blowing, even the little blades of grass had prism bright flags that all blew the same direction! You know, the mountains have a smell all their own. In the autumn the mountains smell of leaves that have dropped and lay together in a carpet, and the fresh wind that blows off the higher peaks. It smells of wood smoke and woolen hats. What an incredible blessing Skyland has been to our family! Now that our children are grown and on their own, we haven’t been back. But we pray that we may bring them and their children to spend a Thanksgiving weekend. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful answered prayer? In 2013 I went on my first short term mission trip. It was to Nigeria. Nigeria is a place not often visited by missionaries because it is not a safe place. There is much corruption and lawlessness there. Our dear friend, Ignatius Umunna invited our church group to come for two reasons; to set up a 12 step program in his church and to take a prayer journey to Lakoja and Owerri, the second being the place where he grew up. After we landed in Lagos International Airport and were driven to our accommodations at a nearby hotel, we were gifted with beautiful clothes made by a woman in Ignatius’ church. We women received two dresses each and the men with a shirt and pants set. Sorry the photo is so fuzzy. The two piece dress that I received was quite form fitting, not what I am used to all, but I have to say it fit me well. The other dress what a beautiful pink muumuu with a wonderful bit of embroidery at the top. This is Susan, Papa Rod and Darlene, all decked out for our first morning in Nigeria As an artist, I’m drawn to pattern and color combinations . The whole time we were there was a feast for my eyes! The fabrics were so vibrant! Most of the fabric seemed to be 100% cotton, very good for wearing in an equatorial country. There were some that were polyester but they seemed to be more for show than for daily living. The dresses seemed to be all either muumuus or “mermaid” dresses, tight fitting at the waistline and hip, then fanning out at the knee. Everywhere we went we saw people in European attire but I just loved the native fabrics! Here are some of the patterns I took photos of the fantastic prints. I came home with a suitcase full! And, you know, I love it so much that I hardly cut into it at all! I was so concerned of waisting it by making some mistake. But, just last year I was able to bless a charity that makes dresses for homeless and impoverished girls in Africa and other places. That did my heart good! I saved out the ones I loved best. Lozie Umunna's Dad I think I like the pattern on Ignatius' brother best. But then again, it might be the green one., or the purple one with the deep purple flowers. That was one of Ignatius' outfits. Oh dear! Which one do you love best?
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