|Me and my little sister, Donnagay, in 1968|
The holidays were just crazy and I'm finally starting to get things back to normal. You know how it is. I was privileged to have my little sister, Donnagay, visit me for 2 weeks.
We made cookies, candies, and
cooked Christmas dinner together. It was great having her here, catching up on things and making each other laugh. We sang some of the songs we used to perform while we were growing up in the south. We (the 3 Perry sisters) had a group called the Harmonettes, but later changed the name to the Harmony Folk Singers, because our brother, Richard, started singing with us. We sang at talent shows and won grand prize in everyone we entered, had our own radio show, and were regulars at a show called "Country Junction" every Saturday night. We sang folk songs and were the only group that didn't sing country, but we started adding country songs to our repertoire. Singing on a TV show in Tupelo, Mississippi was always fun too.
We also did our share of crying. She became a widow at age 37, several years ago, and this month is the 20th anniversary of her husband's death.With all the heartache I've been through the past 4 years, she's "here" for me just as I was there for her as her life was shattered into pieces.
|Notice our Farrah Faucett hairstyles|
After the tears, we had fun and even got to do some crocheting. It had been a while since my sister picked up a crochet hook, so she had to do some brushing up before starting a pair of my Slippers with Rose from Crochet That Fits.(my book that has shaped garments and accessories without having to use increases and decreases)
At first she didn't think she was experienced enough to make the slippers, but with a little coaxing I finally convinced her that it was a "beginner" project. (even though it doesn't look it.) I'll post pictures of her slippers in my next blog post. Maybe they will inspire you to make your own.
While we were growing up, I was like Donnagay's "second mama", and I carried her around everywhere and protected her like she was my own.
The photo to the right was taken in 1990, when she came up to visit me from Florida.