Two of the dearest friends of our lives have been Midlred and Philip Greear and these little figures were gifts from them. We unwrap and display this little Santa with his concertina and his Missus with her uke every Christmas and think of the Greears again.
We have no shortage of reminders of these friends.
Mildred's beautiful book of poetry, Moving Gone Dancing, is never far from my hands. Here is a post that includes one of the poems from that book.
We have two of Phillip's bishop's tables we use all the time. One made of a giant Marshall Forest pine whose wood he rescued when it fell across Horseleg Creek road many decades ago. Another we discovered at the Salvation Army thrift staore just a year or so ago.
We have the rattle Phillip made for Brannon when she was a baby and one of his beautiful wooden drums.
We were privileged just a few weeks ago to attend a physically distanced 100th birthday celebration for Mildred.
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