Long before you see Paul, you know he has arrived. His personality fills the room; he has a booming voice, a loud, infectious laugh and a great, easy grin to greet each friend. His
Would he be easy to live with? Only his wife knows for sure, but I think not. (One of his many God-given gifts weighs heavily on talk but is light on listening.) Would he be easy to work with? I have it on good authority that some days, he' not.
But one of the gifts Paul brings to all that know him is that he is the keeper of all things historical of interest to his family and friends. Ask him for dart team scores, dating back to
To many, Paul might be called 'a character'. As readers know, characters are amongst my favourite people. Without this introduction, I felt you wouldn't understand what happened at our house, Saturday morning. To me, it was not unusual - I just smiled. But if you didn't know the man, you might think it odd. The phone rang ---
Paul: (Barking. Remember the booming voice) "Brenda! VENNing here!"
Me: "Oh, hi Paul."
Paul: "I've got a knitting pattern for ya'."
Paul: "Yea. For your 'blog'nsuch'."
Me: (Delighted) "Ooh, you've been reading the blog?"
Paul: "No, but I know you got one."
Me: (Deflated) "Oh. Where did you get the pattern?"
Paul: (Pausing, then reading) "231 St. James St., Montreal, Canada."
Paul: "I've been cleaning out Mother's stuff ( Mother died in the late 90s.) and came across this pattern. Dated 1949. I thought you'd like it for your 'blogn'such'. It's for Bunny Slippers."
Me: "Well, your wife knits, wouldn't she like it?
Paul: "My wife? She doesn't knit."
Me: "But Paul, you've told me that she does knit."
Paul: "Oh. Well. Yea. She knits. But she doesn't knit Bunny Slippers."
Paul: "So. I thought you'd like it for your 'blogn'such'. Wouldn't it be something to have a 1949 knitting pattern on your blog?"
Oooh. I 'got' it. His wife does knit, but she doesn't have a blog. She could make slippers, but not tell the knitting world about his Mother's pattern. So, Paul thought of me.
The envelope is hand typed. It cost four cents to mail.
The pattern is hand-typed and has no photo. Remember them?
I am sure his Mother saw the pattern advertised in a newspaper and sent away for it. It is a piece of fibre history. And glad I am to have it, Paul.