My mother had a whistle all her own when I was growing up. It was more a come-here whistle that started by sounding and then rising, and then falling a couple of notes. It was a pleasant whistle, so I

I have been involved in print from one facet to another for more than 30 years. I have watched a multitude of fresh-eyed graphic designers emerge from the great halls of higher education only to fall flat

When I was ten my parents split up, and we went to live with my mother's parents. My grandmother was a housewife and homemaker, my grandfather retired navy and civil servant with Bell Helicopter in Hurst,

My grandfather had a cat who came when he whistled. It was a short, hi-shrilled burst of sound that split all other sounds and could be heard for blocks. We, too, were trained to come to that whistle.

A quick first post to introduce myself to the Steemit Community! A new year and a new venture are beginning for me here. Though I joined the community around Christmas I've been very sick with pneumonia