The Story of My Life in Pillows

We wanted to freshen up the living room space with a couple of pillows. I dislike the pillows that originally came with the couch and usually try to find another home for them. After searching last year and not finding anything I liked, I tried again a couple of weeks ago. No one seems to make 18x18 pillows anymore. Everything is huge. We didn’t need the fillers either which makes it even more difficult. So I did find an interesting pattern on Houzz that goes well with the tribal ethnic persian carpet. And wouldn’t you know they come from Fall River, Massachusetts - where a lot of family is from. The city is famous for its textile mills. It was funny to see the tracking label for the pillows - from Massachusetts to Virginia because it’s exactly the same path I started on so many years ago and ended up in now. The pillows arrived and as with my Persian wall art, I shuffled things around until I got it right - but I’ll probably change my mind again. The new pillows did end up in the living room. One went on the chair and the other one on the couch. The RH striped pillow from the chair ended up in the den. One of the matching couch pillows ended up in the den and another one on the living room chair. The original Ethan Allen pillow from the Midwest moved to the bedroom from the den. And the two solid dark red pillows ended up in storage. I never liked those anyway. Eventually I would love to get a larger couch or sectional that would fits the now larger living space rather than the current loveseat we had on Capitol Hill. And the old DWR recliner could use a recover. So for now the pillows add a punch of something. And that’s good enough for now. 

Polish Festival at St. Stanislaus in Fall River

It's been ages since we attended the Polish festival in Fall River. The last time we were there was for my parents fiftieth wedding celebration. We all joined our family in Boston and made the trip south to visit known and familiar landmarks of days gone by. That's where my parents were born, met, and got married. What I remember about the festival is the food, but also losing my balance and sticking my foot, with shoes and socks, in water after a little boat ride, and having a very soggy and squishy situation on one side only. At a later time, someone threw a dart right in to someone's head! Luckily it didn't stick! My cousin still has connections there, and I found these photos on Facebook advertising the event this coming weekend. I sent the food photo to my mother. She remembers the festival well and has wonderful memories from them all. We are pretty sure the venue has changed, but the event remains the same. There are hundreds of these community activities going on all over the place, but this one brings back a really good feeling. 

Happy 65th Wedding Anniversary

It was July 4, 1949 on a very hot summer day in Fall River, Massachusetts- the day my parents got married. There was no air conditioning but there were big blocks of ice to try to stay cool. Fifteen years ago we all reunited in Boston for a fifty year wedding anniversary party. It's hard to believe all this time has passed and many of the people who attended the event are no longer with us. It's so nice my parents have been together this long. I'm wishing them happy years ahead.