Category Archives: Friendship

About Tribes

Posted on February 15, 2017 by Mary Jo Doig

Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging Humans don’t mind hardship, in fact they thrive on it; what they mind is not feeling necessary. Modern society has perfected the art of making people not feel necessary. It’s time for that to end. … Continue reading →

Posted in A Wonderful Book, Book Reviews, Community, Compassion, Courage, Family, Friendship, Grace, Mystery | 2 Comments

A Sweet Bovina Story – Maple Syrup

Posted on June 21, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

A long-time friend from Bovina, NY recently brought me a treasure of a gift: pure locally made maple syrup. As I gathered my maple syrup thoughts this morning, I realized how little I know about its origins, so engaged on … Continue reading →

Posted in Bovina Stories, Community, Friendship, Gifts, Grace, Gratitude, Mother Nature, Mystery, Peacefulness, Simplicity | 2 Comments

The Cat’s in the Cradle

Posted on June 6, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

I walk past my oldest antique, a cradle that my grandmother, Edna Cartwright Davis, born in the late 1800s, slept in as an infant. When she grew out of it, someone carried it upstairs into an attic where it remained … Continue reading →

Posted in Animal friends, Bovina Center, NY, Stories, Change, Childhood, Family, Friendship, Grace, Quilts | 5 Comments

Welcome, Beau!

Posted on June 1, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

He’s about a year old, this sweet, small, yet long-legged Beagle mix. He’d been found sick and starving by a woman two counties away who’d contacted our Humane Society to ask for help with him when her own county could … Continue reading →

Posted in Animal friends, Bovina Stories, Change, Friendship, Grace, Gratitude | 8 Comments

The Circles of Mary Sullivan, r.c.

Posted on March 8, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

I’ve been knitting another child’s hat for the Carol’s Coats project for next Christmas. As I dug around in my metal tin of knitting supplies—needles, markers, crochet hooks, small scissors, cable stitch holders, a tangerine-sized magnifier, pom-pom makers—looking for something, … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Community, Compassion, Friendship, Gifts, Gratitude, Knitting, Mystery, Peacefulness, Simplicity | 4 Comments

Gladys’ Quilt

Posted on February 15, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

Today I’m wondering how old a quilt has to be before it is considered an heirloom, so checked my college Webster New World dictionary, which says: 1. A piece of personal property that goes to an heir along with an … Continue reading →

Posted in Bovina Stories, Community, Family, Friendship, Gifts, Mystery, Quilts, Simplicity | 7 Comments

Carol’s Coats

Posted on January 12, 2016 by Mary Jo Doig

Carol Tyree. We worked together for over a decade. We retired together on the last work day of 2011. She was more deeply devoted to her family and her church than anyone I had known. And we shared several seasons … Continue reading →

Posted in Childhood, Compassion, Friendship, Gifts, Gratitude, Kindness, Knitting, Poverty | 2 Comments

The Bovina Quilt

Posted on July 23, 2015 by Mary Jo Doig

In 1973 I married and moved to a tiny farming community tucked well off the two-lane Catskill Mountain highways in Delaware County, New York. There, in my late 20s, I joined a community of endearing, eclectic people, a mere few … Continue reading →

Posted in Community, Family, Friendship, Mystery, Quilts, Simplicity | 5 Comments

On the Kitchen Table – Posh Squash

Posted on July 11, 2015 by Mary Jo Doig

Zucchini. Does the word conjure up anything in particular for you? For me, I always chuckle and slide back in time to 1974, the year I, city girl that I’d been, became a farm wife, the year I planted my … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, Friendship, Gifts, Health, In the Kitchen, Mother Nature, Mystery, Simplicity | 2 Comments

Home from the Desert – A Patchwork Story

Posted on June 30, 2015 by Mary Jo Doig

I returned home last week after spending ten weeks caring for a friend in Las Vegas who was diagnosed last December with the deadly brain cancer, glioblastoma multiforme IV. It was early spring when I left my central Virginia home; … Continue reading →