tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824602162296203395.post2953824553856373765..comments2023-05-02T09:27:19.630-04:00Comments on art vein vessel: the story of the wingskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18123301505801621709noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824602162296203395.post-4930875161288576032008-07-01T11:49:00.000-04:002008-07-01T11:49:00.000-04:00Jo and Margaret...so glad that these wings brought...Jo and Margaret...so glad that these wings brought back some memories for you both. They seem to be the gift that keeps on giving!<BR/><BR/>Margaret...thanks for visiting. I've enjoyed visiting your many blogs too. Even the welsh one! What an interesting language.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18123301505801621709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824602162296203395.post-15581375696147380172008-07-01T04:57:00.000-04:002008-07-01T04:57:00.000-04:00Your lovely wings reminded me of my grandmother wh...Your lovely wings reminded me of my grandmother who lived to be nearly 100. She used to pluck turkeys and geese at Christmas when I was a child and she dried out wings and she always had one by the large open fireplace to sweep around the fire. I have used one many a time. Thanks for the memory!Digitalgranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18213778111516418003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824602162296203395.post-34183841062676888062008-06-27T04:39:00.000-04:002008-06-27T04:39:00.000-04:00Me again...I love s kaye!!! she is wonderful...oh ...Me again...I love s kaye!!! she is wonderful...oh flutter my heart with those 'tea bag' pieces...<BR/>thanks for listing her Kate.jo horswillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12297114250711730382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824602162296203395.post-17365390666915808292008-06-27T02:27:00.000-04:002008-06-27T02:27:00.000-04:00Kate, what a 'food for the soul' experience that w...Kate, what a 'food for the soul' experience that was. Just superb. <BR/>Those wings 'look' sacred, what a beautiful statement they make, and meaning they hold for you, to think they were given to you as a 'gift'.<BR/>The women remind me of my mother, sitting on the ground plucking feathers from a chicken, that my father had just killed for our dinner! She also plucked with joy!<BR/>I love the shape of the 'Ulu' I like the name too.jo horswillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12297114250711730382noreply@blogger.com