May 2013

Old Rock Hounds Never Die, They Just Pass On Their Love of Rocks

Three days after my last post, my father died.  It's taken me a while to be able to do much with my rocks, or to write about them.  Dad was my rock buddy and it seems pretty strange not to share what I'm doing with him.  From the time I was little, my dad dug, cut and made jewelry with rocks.  It fascinated me.  Still does.