History, Bow Ties, & Knitting

Yesterday, Feb. 5, 2011, Jean P. and I took a beginner's knitting class at JoAnn's Fabric in Lewisville. Our teacher was a woman around our age named Holly Jones. As we all learned knitting and chatted it came up that her father had been a doctor in Denton years ago. And something she said made me think she had never married. As a light bulb clicked in my head, I asked if her dad had been the Dr. Jones who was the football team doc for North Texas. When she said, "Yes, he was the guy who always wore bow ties!" I was thrilled! I told her we had known her dad well; he even saved our baby son's life when he became dehydrated from a tummy bug (put him in the hospital and took such good care of Michael and us!). I told Holly I once made a bow tie for her dad, in the North Texas green color. She then told me he had loved that tie and worn it for years, always mentioning that the wife of one of his players made it for him! What a sweet connection!

All my life I've regretted not having a "shared history" such as one would have with siblings, especially. But this is true in other ways, too. The longest I've lived at any one address is 6 years; and that was with Steve, not my parents. There must have been some Gypsy mixed in with the Irish and German in us!

But moving back to Denton after nearly 40 years has brought some new connections to old parts of my life. For instance, I love seeing the old Denton County courthouse where we got our marriage license. And now this Bow Tie story is another sweet memory come full circle!