
The cover is so beautiful and features part of the painting "The Queue at the Fish Shop" by Evelyn Dunbar, the only salaried woman artist employed during WWII by the War Artists Advisory Committee. [How's that for a tie in during Women's History Month?!]
So England was in my mind when I stopped by the library this afternoon to pick up a book for JP. I wound up detouring through the

My knitting mentor is no longer with us, but she was born in England in 1923 and I heard some wartime stories from her. I can definitely picture her in a queue at the fish shop. If she were just down the road I know I'd be talking to her about the things I've been reading. I'd be showing her my latest knitting, too, I'm sure.
It was such a warm spring day here today. I didn't have to go into the office

"When she had hung up the receiver the clock was striking six. She went over to the radio, turned the knob, and sat down with all the other anxious women to knit and listen."
War Among Strangers" 17 January 1942
from "Good Evening, Mrs. Craven"
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I am nearing the end of "Picking Up The Pieces" that I chose to read solely on the basis on the quote on your sidebar. A much needed lovely escape for this crazy weekend.
Thank you for sharing bits of your life. It's helped keep my life a little more sane.
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