Perceptions of life captured in thoughtful stories, treasured moments and feel-good interludes.
Our story begins on Christmas Eve, 1818. Joseph Mohr, a young man of humble beginnings with an aptitude for music, has settled into his role as the assistant priest for the St. Nicholas parish in Oberndorf. It’s a village north of Salzburg, situated along the Salzach River. Until recently it had served as an important waterway... Continue Reading →
“So tell me what happened,” asked Granny knitting by the roaring fireplace. “It was surreal,” whispered Carrie, lying stretched out on the chesterfield with a heating pad around her neck. “One minute I was making a left-hand turn out of the parking lot and the next minute I felt as if I was sitting there... Continue Reading →
Bundled up in my pink ski jacket and fur trimmed bonnet, I stood enchanted by the brightly lit animated display of Santa’s workshop. The Simpson’s department store window in downtown Toronto had cast a magic spell over me. I remember the feeling of absolute wonder and joy as I clapped my hands. And then I... Continue Reading →
I hear the rain clattering on the skylight and even though it’s only teatime, I turn on the lights. The whistling kettle on the stove beckons me to the kitchen where I finish making myself a hot mug of super rich chocolately cocoa. It feels like the appropriate thing to do, particularly as I’m about... Continue Reading →
Pardon my website. It has gone to the spa for some rejuvenating treatments. When my friend Niki asked me what aspects of Eloquently Kate design I wanted help with, my initial answer was simple and concise, “Everything.” I’m grateful she agreed to take on the project with an evolving scope. Niki is a web developer and... Continue Reading →
“I’ll wear this one!” I exclaimed slipping a shiny pink ballerina gown over my head. I loved how it swished and flowed around me. “I like the blue one,” Marilyn said, stepping into another one of her Granny’s old party dresses. “I am a countess and I run a horse farm,” she proclaimed. “I am... Continue Reading →
