Last Sunday, I went to an event at the hospital which introduced the current Art in the Atrium project.
I had read a tiny notice on the community calendar in the newspaper, and the speaker was Dave Proeber, one of the photographers for the paper, so I figured the program would be interesting.
I was pleased to have made the effort.
It seems Mr. P volunteered in a church hall and taught a photography class for any interested persons, no matter the age. One boy was in 7th grade, one lady a gr-grandma.
For the program, he used the photos as slides, then had the student describe the picture-taking scene.
For the display, the photo prints are matted and framed and line the walls of the halls near the Atrium elevator.
After listening to the folks, and having some yummy stuff to nibble on, I walked around looking at the pictures, and if you are in the hospital building sometime this month, yerself should seek them out.
Like any bunch of anything … some good, some just okay.
As I was standing there in the hallway, I noticed an attendant pushing a wheelchair with a young mother holding her new baby.
While they waited for the elevator, as an aside, I asked the attendant why the baby did not have on a pretty knitted hat to go home?
She whispered that the nursery is all out of them, but the mother did not even know anything about it, so it was okay.
Well, as soon as I got home, I pulled out the peg loom and got knitting. And at my Yarn Group on Thursday afternoon, I made a plea for the buddys to do the same.
We are not the only group to send in hats, but it seems we have been slacking some.
A baby should have a hat on during a cold and rainy day in the early Spring.
my baker’s dozen is going over today
and yes, they all were knitted since Sunday, even though I had TA Sub jobs three full days this week
Such a kind and understanding spouse, I have 😉
what with eating cereal for supper, and wrinkled work shirts
~~love and Huggs, Diane