The Jackson Hill
It will be dark on the hill across the way because Mr. Jackson died on Halloween. Another victim of Cancer. He had a big bright smile for all and his wife is such a sweet and talented lady.
He too was very talented. He did bronze sculptures and was always taking classes to learn more. I wish I had as much knowledge of the computer that he had in his little finger and then I would be really smart.
His wife weaves and does bead work. She tried to teach me one day but the beads are so very tiny I could not control them and ending up spilling them on the floor. I think she forgave for being so clumsy.
She has made some beautiful quilts and one was made of men's silk ties. It was a Crazy Quilt.
Their home is the the only house on top of the hill and their driveway goes around and around the hill side. It like ours were one of the first ones out in this area. Now we have more homes out here than you can shake a stick at as My Grandmother use to say.
He would drive up with apples to share with us and then I or Prince would take cherries to share with them. They gave us a coffee table book on Coverlets that they wrote and I gave them an autumn painting of their hill.
Prince would call and let Mr. Jackson know when the space station could be seen and he would go out and enjoy the view with us but on different hill sides.
The Kitty Justice is we knew, we shared and now we will miss.