I am a transplanted Midwestern-sensible type who landed in Gloucester, Massachusetts – a fishing city on the northern coast of Massachusetts. It has taken me a while, but I have learned that you put groceries in BAGS (not sacks), you drink SODA (not pop), and for some unknown reason, you go DOWN CELLAH (instead of the basement) to get your stuff. Even after 21 years, the language barrier still manages to trip me up from time to time, most recently when my husband (a native) was looking for a “shot sleeved shirt,” which I took to mean a ratty one with holes in the sleeves. My mistake.
I grew up in Nebraska (which will always be “home”) in a family of eight. As a young child, I used to climb trees and take a book along so I could 1) be alone and 2) read without interruption. I no longer climb trees, but still consider reading and sewing a much better way to pass the time than watching most of what is on TV. This makes me a dinosaur, and I’m good with that. I spend entirely too much time on my computer, digging around through my stash, and I love to learn, see and do anything with an embroidery needle. I resent having to work for a living when I’d rather be in my sewing room, playing on my computer, reading, or trying to grow flowers and vegetables in the impossibly rocky soil of Cape Ann.