Two decades after Dot Stein died at age 77, I’ve come to realize that I owe her a lot. The story of our friendship began in September of 1982. Beth Kaulback, a neighbor, a friend and a spinning student of mine, insisted that I attend a Paula Simmons’ spinning workshop at Stoweflake Inn, in Stowe,Continue reading “The Story of A Shawl, A Friendship and A Spinning Guild”
During the time of Covid I discovered a tiny book I wrote in 1982 called “The Giving Book”. I had created it to share with students I was teaching at a local school. The tiny book was in a dust-covered box of photographs, crammed in the corner of our living room. I read it andContinue reading “The Giving Book”
PHOTO DESCRIPTIONS: 1) Carol in 1956 as a young child, tending her family’s sheep on their W. Brattleboro, VT farm. Cards are available for sale with this image on this web site. Visit the cards section under “Products” if you are interested. 2) Here I am teaching Colin, a young boy from Craftsbury, VT toContinue reading “Get to know Carol Collins”
being here, cozily enclosed between books and fire, piano and harp, the picturey wall and the wide-window view, is all I need.
This was my Uncle Fremont who lived in Texas. He came to visit my family in 1994. Just as he was going out the door, to return to Texas, he said that he wanted to learn to spin. I found a way to send a packed-up wheel home with him and he assembled it atContinue reading “Teaching a Student”
Chores were done, supper was cooking, and dad had washed his hands. He hunched his body back in the saggy-seated rocker in the dining room of the brick farmhouse. Then reached over to the cluttered stand he had built, himself, and picked up the Marine Band Harmonica. His arms and hands wrapped around the instrument,Continue reading “Poem: Chores Were Done”