“Hey, hey,” Logan said, seeing my eyes begin to fill with tears, “this is a happy day. Despite how hard our lives were then, the memories brought tears to my eyes. I could almost hear my brothers’ and sisters’ voices ahead. It seemed so much like the old days-when Logan and I trailed behind Tom and Keith and Our Jane, with Fanny taunting us, trying to provoke and tease Logan away from me with her lewd and lascivious behavior, finally giving up and running off in a sulk when she saw that he wouldn’t divert his attention from me. I walked down the steps to take it and we started down the mountain path, just the way we had when we were high school sweethearts. Miss Casteel,” he added, holding out his hand. It’s three times the size it was when we were high school students,” he said proudly, “and demands a lot more work. I get up this early to open the drugstore. It’s a fringe benefit of the Winnerow School System.” “I have been sent here to escort you to your classroom. “Good morning, Miss Casteel.” He performed a grand bow. Only on this first morning, when I opened the door, there was Logan standing by the steps, a wide, happy smile on his face, his dark sapphire eyes brightening in the morning sun. I had come out of the cabin, just as I had this morning, intending, as I did most every day, to take a moment’s pause to sit in Granny’s old rocker and look out through the Willies before starting my journey down to the school. I laughed to myself now, recalling that first day, getting ready to test my competence, to see if I really could be the teacher I’d always dreamed of being. He had been there on the first day I began teaching my dear students at the Winnerow Grammar School. He had been there when Grandpa died, leaving me alone in the cabin of my childhood, now rebuilt and refurbished into a cozy home. He had been there after Pa had returned with Stacie and little Drake to his own home in Georgia.
He had been there through the terrible days after Tom’s death, while Pa was in the hospital. Logan had been there from the day I returned to Winnerow. Above me, the sky was deep cerulean blue and the little candy cotton puffs of clouds stretched and curled in delicious shapes, like babies stretching in sleep. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, fresh perfume of blossoming flowers and rich green leaves.
Sunlight wove its way through the woods, threading strands of gold from birch to hickory to maple, turning the leaves transparent where the light bathed them. The sparrows and robins were singing, flitting from branch to branch, gently shaking the leaves. It seemed my Willies world had awakened along with me-from the cold dark winter of death and mourning, gradually warming with the promise of spring, finally bursting into warm, burgeoning summer. It was a warm May morning, spring already ripened into hot summer. Tim Holtz ® is a registered trademark of Tim Holtz LLC.I SAT ON THE LONG front porch of the cabin, reading and rereading my letter to Pa. For easy identification, trim off the packaging front flap, keep and slip into the envelope.Īll items sold separately. This set includes a handy storage envelope. This technique can be used alone or to enhance embossed designs. To stencil, place the die over desired material and apply ink or chalk to the die indentations.
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The diagrams on the Platform offer easy guidelines about how to make the perfect Sizzix sandwich. These dies can also emboss when the machine's included Platform is combined with an Impressions Pad and Silicone Rubber sheet.
If extra ejection is needed for easier separation of the die-cut from the design, place wax paper between the Thinlits die and your material and then cut. Because of their intricacy, Thinlits dies may require up to three passes to cut. To cut, the sandwich requires use of a pair of Cutting Pads and the machine's included Platform when using the Essentials Platform or Solo Platform & Shim, the Extended Adapter or Solo Adapter is required.
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