As I drive past the house where I was born memory takes over, particularly this time of year. My father was sent out to top a tree for the Christmas tree.
As a child I was exposed to many ways of life. It was a time when doors were open to all and sundry. Dropping in and being welcomed was a way of life, both in the country and in the town.
Time to pay homage to the great teachers whose generosity and sharing lives of: Martin Bloch, German Expressionist, Irina Schestokowich, print maker and Constance Howard, fibre artist.