It occured to me...

that thirty or so years ago, my mother could be doing the very things I am right now, making applesauce, watering plants, and listening to Phoebe Snow albums (ALBUMS!), while trying to keep the fire going in the woodstove, all on a Saturday. My grandmother gave me her record player last week, and my dad had given me all his and Mom's old albums ages ago. ( except for the Beatles and the Bill Cosby ones, of course those have vanished. My favorite ones, natch.)Funny how these things just pop into your head.