Two weeks ago, those in our family who live in this part of Texas gathered to enjoy the hospitality of our son, Sean, his wife, Teion, and their daughters Lauren and Skye. We enjoyed the traditional New Year's Black Eye Peas and Cabbage (with a twist of Indian seasoning) as we welcomed the beginning of another year and thanked God for the blessings we share as a family. Forty-five years ago, Joe and I celebrated the beginning of 1968 in San Antonio as we waited for Sean's birth. The morning of January 13, 1968 was blustery and cold as I struggled into a coat I had made for myself that no longer would meet in the front to button! Our lives changed forever with his birth, and we celebrated it with joy. There is even deeper joy as we celebrate his life after these years shared. Each year, New Year's thoughts and plans will always include our pride and gratitude for him.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Celebrating Beginnings
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Friday, January 11, 2013
In recent years, I have seldom put away our Christmas decorations before Epiphany, which has now come and gone. I even leave a couple of little trees up and add red tissue paper hearts so they become Valentine trees. This year, I was late getting to the rest of "all things Christmasy". As I stripped the big tree in our family room, I held each dear old ornament for a second and savored the stories they tell. My camera helped. We don't limit the tree adorning to things we have bought for that purpose; these items hanging near each other here are a good example. The glass ball in the center hung on our family tree when I was growing up, so it has graced decades of trees. Many of those trees stood at the window of the small living room at 1128 Sunset Ave. in Jacksonville, Texas where my parents moved in 1944, and was still in use for many years after I grew up and left home to start my own family. Daddy died in 1982, shortly after their 50th wedding anniversary. Mother eventually stopped putting up a big tree and passed some of the tree decorations on to me, so they have traveled far and outlasted any number of trees! This ball and its peers hold dear memories of my childhood and my parents, but it also speaks endurance to me!
On the left is a small torn piece of paper with a tiny handmade Christmas tree. It arrived one year as a card from dear friends. I love it perched on a branch as it reminds me of friendship and how much it means to make something for a friend.
On the right, the small cross-stitched banner is my own handwork. I love the little carolers. I love more their song. So, as I go back and forth to the garage with my boxes packed with Christmas heirlooms, they leave behind their message. Joy to the World, the Lord has come!
On the left is a small torn piece of paper with a tiny handmade Christmas tree. It arrived one year as a card from dear friends. I love it perched on a branch as it reminds me of friendship and how much it means to make something for a friend.
On the right, the small cross-stitched banner is my own handwork. I love the little carolers. I love more their song. So, as I go back and forth to the garage with my boxes packed with Christmas heirlooms, they leave behind their message. Joy to the World, the Lord has come!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Imagine
Celebrating our anniversary last week and heading into both our 50th year of marriage as well as the year 2013 has meant spending time in reflection and gratitude, savoring memories and looking forward to making more. Joe is the love of my life, my partner, and my forever friend. Our sons are my pride and joy; my granddaughters fill my life with delight and laughter, more than I could have ever imagined. That is why I love this image of our oldest son, Sean, and his daughter, Skye. They are standing in our kitchen, surrounded by my pot rack, the little altar at my kitchen window where I worship even while washing dishes, and that word, "Imagine" on the cabinet top. Just to the left is a smaller phrase, harder to see, but very big in importance. On it are the words "Celebrate Family, Friends, Tradition. Here in one small photo - what a wonderful life!
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Friday, December 28, 2012
Happy Anniversary
December 28, 1963
At 7:00 this evening, Joe and I will be enjoying an anniversary dinner at Mia Bella, an Italian trattoria, Texas style. Forty-nine years ago at 7:00 in the evening, the organ chimed seven times, I put one hand in my muff, with the other took my father's trembling arm, and walked toward Joe at the altar of the church in Jacksonville, Texas where both our families worshiped while we were growing up. Our meal that evening was a plate of waffles where we stopped the little blue Karman Ghia on our drive back toward Oklahoma City. When I bent my head to look at the menu, rice fell all over the table.
We decided in October to get married in December during my Christmas break from my senior year in Oklahoma Baptist University. I was in the clinical portion of my studies (which took place at that time at John Wesley Methodist Hospital in Oklahoma City). In the weeks between our decision to move our wedding date and that week after Christmas, we made a couple of trips to East Texas, picked out china and silver and linens, ordered our wedding rings, I made my wedding gown, took finals, and planned the wedding long distance and low budget. With less than thirty dollars for fabric and supplies, I made the dress from creamy peau de soie, appliqued lace and pearls, and sewed on all those tiny covered buttons. My veil hung from small pillbox hat (did you know an oatmeal box is just the right size to cut down and cover for a tiny hat like that?) and my only flowers were pinned to the muff I made from the leftover fabric.
Joe was handsome and happy in his dark grey suit and butonierre. My sister and best friends wore cranberry faille coat dresses with white organza collars and carried candles. Joe's brothers and best man dressed up in their suits, too. Our only decoration was a bank of magnolia leaves, leftover from a wedding the night before! A friend of Mother's made our wedding cake which I decorated by sugaring little Christmas bells the night before. The wedding rings didn't arrive, so we borrowed rings from Arnold (Joe's brother, and his wife Judy. I honestly do not remember feeling anxious or stressed.
And it was beautiful. Beginnings are like that. The start of our fiftieth year is another new beginning. Beautiful.
At 7:00 this evening, Joe and I will be enjoying an anniversary dinner at Mia Bella, an Italian trattoria, Texas style. Forty-nine years ago at 7:00 in the evening, the organ chimed seven times, I put one hand in my muff, with the other took my father's trembling arm, and walked toward Joe at the altar of the church in Jacksonville, Texas where both our families worshiped while we were growing up. Our meal that evening was a plate of waffles where we stopped the little blue Karman Ghia on our drive back toward Oklahoma City. When I bent my head to look at the menu, rice fell all over the table.
We decided in October to get married in December during my Christmas break from my senior year in Oklahoma Baptist University. I was in the clinical portion of my studies (which took place at that time at John Wesley Methodist Hospital in Oklahoma City). In the weeks between our decision to move our wedding date and that week after Christmas, we made a couple of trips to East Texas, picked out china and silver and linens, ordered our wedding rings, I made my wedding gown, took finals, and planned the wedding long distance and low budget. With less than thirty dollars for fabric and supplies, I made the dress from creamy peau de soie, appliqued lace and pearls, and sewed on all those tiny covered buttons. My veil hung from small pillbox hat (did you know an oatmeal box is just the right size to cut down and cover for a tiny hat like that?) and my only flowers were pinned to the muff I made from the leftover fabric.
Joe was handsome and happy in his dark grey suit and butonierre. My sister and best friends wore cranberry faille coat dresses with white organza collars and carried candles. Joe's brothers and best man dressed up in their suits, too. Our only decoration was a bank of magnolia leaves, leftover from a wedding the night before! A friend of Mother's made our wedding cake which I decorated by sugaring little Christmas bells the night before. The wedding rings didn't arrive, so we borrowed rings from Arnold (Joe's brother, and his wife Judy. I honestly do not remember feeling anxious or stressed.
And it was beautiful. Beginnings are like that. The start of our fiftieth year is another new beginning. Beautiful.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
Carol of the Birds
I am strangely attracted to a Christmas carol rarely sung -
treasure of music,
words with sweet mystery,
quiet, wondering
melody
Questioning feathered twitters.
“Whence comes this rush of wings afar,
Following straight the Noel star?
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here,
Into this stable, poor and drear?
Hastening we seek the newborn King
And all our sweetest music bring.”
Stirring some ancient warmth within me
I play the notes and sing each verse,
decorate a small
Christmas tree
with vines, berries, woodland birds.
Greenfinch, Philomel sing
Re, mi, fa, sol in accents sweet
from woodland edges, farmland hedges
Noel, Christ on earth with man to dwell
Someone singing this tune for 400 years,
before that, once an older one now lost?
Could it be I am pulled by what I cannot remember?
Song and my great grandmother both born in southern France
She died when I was a baby.
Did she sing it, rocking me
in the old wooden rocker in which I rock my own grandchild?
Noel.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Trees and Trims
My granddaughters are a delight all year 'round, but Christmas brings more fun than ever. We enjoy making this tea tray with a tiny tree, teacups and teapots. We add a mix of pretty tea bags and Joe's mother's small spoon collection plus the book A Cup of Christmas Tea.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Snowflakes
Cutting paper snowflakes can make young children into magicians and grandmas into little girls again. There is mystery involved in the folding, choosing just the right place to cut, and carefully trimming little triangles and curves and slashes. But there is wonder in the unfolding! Much like the real ones, no two snowflakes turn out exactly the same. I have never lost that sense of expectation and trying to imagine how this one is going to turn out.
Forty-nine years ago Joe and I celebrated our first Christmas as a married couple. That December found us far from our Texas family and friends, in Corvallis, Oregon. The original plan for Joe to enter graduate school there had been delayed. In the meantime, he did any odd job available, including painting houses. I worked as a nurse in a busy pediatric practice within walking distance of our apartment. One of our doctors had a farm outside of town where we were invited to come cut a Christmas tree. We tramped around the hillside brushing away blackberry vines to find a perfect small Grant pine. Its symmetrical, graceful branches had wide spaces that were perfect for decorating. But we were beginning our home and our traditions. We had no old familiar ornaments to unbox and remember. We also had no extra money in the budget for buying same. So we hung a few candy canes, made some string balls from twine and starch and balloons, and carefully cut lacy snowflakes. That year I knitted my new husband a green sweater with sleeves twice as long as his arms. He painted a tiny recipe box for me and pasted "Good Things You Can Fix" on top.
The photograph is the few snowflakes that remain after all these years. I framed them last year for a gift for Joe. This year we will remember our 1964 snowflakes when we make paper snowflakes with our grandchildren. If you have never cut a snowflake, try this project. You will agree with Charles Dickens - "It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself."
For some wonderfully fancy paper snowflakes, visit www.bontempsbeignet.blogspot.ca/2011/11/faux-sneaux-flakes.html
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