B is for Betsy


Yes, I'm definitely feeling nostalgic these days.  Looking backward while moving forward – my usual state – has been made more-so by a combination of summer dreaming, impending grand-motherhood, and my significant family tree research of late now that son-in-law James has introduced his additional and excitingly deep lineage to explore.  I'm channeling Dad (Bernard Henry) now in my effort to get our family history documented, all neat and tidy for our new baby girl.  BH would surely approve.

So recently, while conjuring up a new knit, the spirit of my great aunt Lillian Hildegarde joined in. B is for Betsy was her chapter book gift to my mum Marlene in the 1940's, that eventually made its way to me in the 60's, and then to Juliet in the 80's.  Its current state, as shown, now complete with the markings from 3 generations of bedtime reading and a vintage DYMO embossed ownership label (I found its name on the internet), has over the years provided hours of parent-child quality time, the familiar names of all of our pets, and most recently that of my latest knit design, just published.

Flipping through its pages while preparing this post I came across its chapter 8 – How Betsy Went to Pick Violets and Got Into Trouble.  I had to laugh.  Could this book have been the subliminal source of my new granddaughter's name as well??  Okay, kidding – since its source is obviously the heavenly reach of Juliet's grandmother, Lavalie Bixby Hoss, who long ago claimed the flower as her favorite.  It all makes perfect sense to me.  That's how I roll.

V is for Violet Mae, born August 6th – my future sweater model, or protégé perhaps, if she'll agree.