Next Year

This sort of thing is what's keeping me busy until next year.

Have fun. Be safe.

Happy New Year!!

May God Bless.

Santa's Christmas Prayer

Santa's Christmas Prayer 

The sleigh was all packed,

The reindeer were fed,

But Santa still knelt

By the side of the bed.

"Dear Father," he prayed,

"Be with me tonight,

There's much work to do,

And my schedule is tight."

"I must jump in my sleigh

And streak through the sky,

Knowing full well

That a reindeer can't fly."

"I will visit each household,

Before the first light,

I'll cover the world,

And all in one night."

"With sleigh bells a-ringing,

I'll land on each roof,

Amid the soft clatter

Of each little hoof."

"To get in the house

Is the difficult part,

So I'll slide down the chimney

Of each child's heart."

"My sack will hold toys

To grant all their wishes,

The supply will be endless,

Like the loaves and the fishes."

"I will fill all the stockings

And not leave a track,

I'll eat every cookie

That is left for my snack."

"I can do all these things Lord,

Only through You,

I just need your blessing,

Then it's easy to do."

"All this is to honor

The birth of the One,

That was sent to redeem us ...

Your most Holy Son."

"So to all of my friends,

Least Your glory I rob,

Please Lord, remind them

Who gave me this job."

~ Warren D. Jennings ~

Wishing you a safe and Merry Christmas~

May God Bless

Picturing Our December

A little of what we have been doing this month...

A December rose, tea party's with the "Pink Haired Princess", starting the day with orange juice, Can't tell who is the real Santa, A candle in the window to guide loved ones home, All the joy of the season, Hero's finished, and finally...how the nativity sleep's....


No Christmas seems complete without the magic and faith of youth...

Tomorrow...we paint, just for fun.

May God Bless Us, Everyone!!!

Holy Cow!!

Holy Cow!! It's Christmas week, and I am finally, officially, ok, almost, done with gifts and only have a few left to deliver!

Wahhh whooo!!

Now its time to stop and smell the artificial pine sent and whiff the cookie scented candles.

I had Christmas shopping and making done early a couple of years.

Not right in a row.

It was nice. no having to battle the crowds and the stores, no last minutes things to try to cram in. I had even planned well enough that I didn't even have to go to town for anything other than milk and eggs!

I didn't do that this year.

Instead I had zero ideas for gifts, when all the sudden, inspiration leaped, from the facebook pages of some of my friends and and tutorial blogs then, VIOLA!
It was my pre-Christmas miracle!

So with four day's to get into the Holiday Spirit, I'm already starting my plotting and planning for next year's Christmas. In the hope that it will be one of those elusive "Christmas done early" years.

I know!
I can put it on my News Year's list for next week!

May God bless us-everyone!

A Teddy Bear Christmas

Once upon a time, long ago and about a block or two away,

there lived my Grand Aunt's...

One to the North and a little bit East, the other South.

They were my Dad's Aunt's,

His Mom's sister's.

Let's call them Leona and Fern.

Aunt Leona and her sweet, quiet, bespeckled husband...Uncle Lee,

Had a Christmas Eve party every year,

It was very special.

Because we all got to play up stair's,

or in the kitchen.

If you could do that every day of the year it would not have been so special on Christmas.

Don't you think?

Aunt Leona was the 'underware Aunt'.

She worked in J.C.Penny's up town,

and later at 'Sanomoa's'.

Both in the clothing department.

So, underware.

It was a little embarrassing, but it was great too.

An Aunt who's brave enough to get you underware for Christmas and lets you run wild at her house on Christmas Eve,

 must surely love you a lot.

Plus, Aunt Leona and Uncle Lee were really funny!

You always laughed a lot when you visited them.

Aunt Fern had dimples and a twinkle in her eye all year long, her big burly husband was a quiet sort of guy too...I think.

Aunt Fern decided to make a bunch of Teddy Bear's for Christmas gifts one year...When Christmas Eve Day came,

13 Bear's were loaded into the car.

 I can only imagine the fun those two sister's had building a Teddy Bear Tree in the living room chair for the party that night.

I don't remember the year.

I don't even remember getting my Teddy Bear.

I also don't ever remember not having my Teddy Bear...

 I think mine is the quiet Bear in the front,

minding his own business...

Then again...

Maybe she is the one bowing there,

front and center.

All I know is they were each and everyone,

made with a ton of love in every stitch!

Loved well and hugged to bedragelment,

Some lost tongue's,

in the name of 'identification',

Mine survived being 'nibbled'...

Don't ask me why!

But I do remember gnawing on one of the feet...

I was a weird kid ok?!

These day's my Bear can be found,

exploring with Dora,

 trying to understand why Sponge Bob want's to make

crusty booger's,

or attending a lovely water and tea party,

hosted by a beautiful, sometimes green haired,

"Frog Princess" 

 beside other select doll's and stuffed animal's,

who are much younger.

Or maybe found sitting in a little plastic shopping cart in the corner of the toy room, arms still spread wide for hugs,

and receiving them now from my Grand kids.

Her eye's are a little more dim and scratched up,

we both are a lot older than we used ta was,

I think she is holding up better than me truth be told.

The Best of Friends

There's nothing as nice

As a new Teddy Bear.

To tickle and cuddle

And take everywhere

To share all your secrets,

Your laughter and tears

To keep by your side

Through seasons and years.

There's nothing as nice

As a new Teddy Bear...

Except for an old one

With memories to share.

~Jeannie Hand-Stuart~


May God Bless
(c)

Bundling Up

     It snowed last night while we were all asleep. When we woke up it was to a veritable Winter Wonderland...So after the easiest Holiday trip to the post office I have ever been blessed with, we came home to relive one of the most traditional winter experiences of getting into our snow playing attire...
     As I was teaching Tiny Dancer how to make 'Snow Angel's' and watched her running around in the knee deep, to her, snow. I got to thinking...

      When I was a kid the snow was always knee deep. I thought that the winter's must have been getting milder, when in reality I have just been getting taller. And apparently I'm really slow on  realizing that bit of information...I will leave it at that.
     Back in the day, it seemed like it took forever to get bundled up to go out in the snow.
     Warm clothes were the starts, then came the snow suits, seems like no matter how old you got you still needed help to get into the things! The lucky older kids got to wear snow pants and their coats. Lucky duck's.
     Thing is, by the time we were into the suit, had our gloves, hat, scarf and rubber boot's on...we had to go to the bathroom!
And yes. We really did look like this...

From google search

      It was a grueling task, and  this really was how it happened! but it was the price you paid to be able to go out and it was well worth it...even if we did only go out for half an hour and come back in crying because we were cold.
     It was as big a chore to get out of the stuff as it was into it!
     First you had to stand and let someone brush you off with the broom, so you wouldn't track all the snow in the house and get everything wet.
     Then you'd start to peel off at the door, sitting down to take boots off first. Then scoot a ways and take off a layer, scoot a ways and repeat the process until you were down to your clothes.
     Next came the job of laying your things out to dry. It often looked like the whole house was a carpet of wet and drying clothes.
     The best part was the warming up...a hot cup of chocolate and a lot of talking and laughing...then we'd beg to go out again.
     Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't...


     My favorite red overshoes looked like this...

From google search

      I'd tuck my pant legs into the tops of my sock's, then I'd put my shoes on, then the snowsuit and finally the fight was on to get the snow pants over the top of it all...

     It was great!!!

From google search

     We'd be bundled in so tight that the only part of us that air touched was our faces. Our mom's must have known it was time for us to come in when our cheek's and noses turned a certain shade of red.

     Mom's and Dad's were not left out of needing warm and fashionable foot wear to help preserve their shoes, and keep their feet dry...

From google search

From google search

While I really liked my little red rubber boot's...I sure like my Uggs better...

May you stay warm on all your outings and may God bless.
(c)

Thanks to google search of 'vintage overshoes' for the last 5 pictures and to youtube for the "I can't put my arm's down" scene from "The Christmas Story".

Trimming The Tree At Our House

     Our Christmas tree's were always of the tall, skinny, scraggly sort, at least by today's standard's. But to us it was the most beautiful tree in the whole wide world!
     Daddy would bring it home. Then Grampa would help him build a wooden stand for it, with an anxious audience gathered around. Next it would be placed in front of the living room window, to 'warm up'. Momma would bring a white sheet and we would wrap it all the way around the stand, and wait for an hour or so before we could decorate it...
     That was sometimes a very long wait, so Mom would have us help make cookies while...Daddy would get down the well worn decoration box from the top  of the closet, soon we kids would go through it with excited reverence.
     You'd think we had never seen the stuff before. Among the treasures were Gramma's old tiny glass ornament's that hung on Daddy's tree when he was a little boy...colored light's and silver tinsel...but my most favorite part was the 'ice  cycles'!
     After Daddy would wrap the light's onto the tree, Mom would drape the tinsel on it how she wanted it, then she would help point out where an ornament needed to go, as the older kid's would decorate the top part of the tree, the little kid's the bottom part with the ornament's...
     Then she would pull out the long thin boxes that held the tiny little strips, of something that honestly looked like cut tinfoil to me, but a lot softer...
     Someone would hang it evenly over my left arm so I could drape it over the tree branch with my right hand...It was long, or I was short, because it almost touched the floor on both ends.
     And we would drape it gently, one strand at a time...That is if we were the kind of kids that hung thing's one at a time from a branch. But we weren't. We were the kind of kid's that would stand back from the tree, take one strand, and huck it at the tree.
     Not hard. But toss it up in the air, in the general direction of the tree, so it would 'fall like snow', not looking like we had measured how to put it on the tree.
     There were a lot of strands in those boxes. And I'm the youngest, the one with the least amount of patience...so my arm would get tired sticking up there...and pretty soon I'd be tossing up a couple strands at a time.
     Not much longer and I would be grabbing a hand full and tossing it a little more directly at the tree.
     Ok it would be a congealed clump, launched with the velocity of a short missle projectile from my grubby little mitt.

     In spit of me the tree always looked pretty darn good, and someone always unclumped the ice cycle wad's that I thought had melted into the right places...
     At night when it got dark, we would turn off all the lights, turn on the tree light's and sprawl out on the floor, next to, but not directly under the tree, and watch the light's dancing on the ceiling, telling Christmas stories, or how we were going to stay up this year to see Santa...
     Us three younger kids, would sit on the back of the old horse hair chair, looking out the window's of the front door, to see the aluminum tree with the light that rotated to make the tree change color's, over at the King's house...
     We like that tree, but we loved ours...
    
     May you remember happy Christmas memories, and may God bless!

(c)

Easy Candy

I am a person who likes candy that is easy, cheap, easy, and good.
I got this recipe a long lot of years ago and it surprised me how easy, cheap and wonderful it is...I hope if you try it you will like it too.

Roca Rectangles

Line a large jelly roll pan (10 1/2x15 1/2 inches) that has 1 inch sides, with foil. Turn up the edges of the foil to make a shallow pan. Spray it with Pam. Put a single layer of Saltine Crackers on top of the foil, cutting them to fit.

In a sauce pan;
  Melt 2 cubes of butter (1 Cup)
 1 Cup brown sugar

Bring to a boil and biol for 3 minutes, stirring as needed. Pour over crackers and spread to cover. Bake at 375 degree's for 7 minutes.
Remove and sprinkle immediately with milk chocolate chips.
1-12 ounce package chocolate chips. (2 cups).
 Let stand until they are melty, then spread the chocolate chips into an even layer over the top. Sprinkle with chopped nuts if you want.
they cut into squares really well when still warm.


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Without nuts                                     With nuts

May God Bless

When The Snuffel's Comes ta Our House.

    I hate it when 'the snuffles' come ta our house, its always uninvited.
Coughs an colds, with scratchy throats, an yer voice sounds like yer Daddy's, if ya have a voice a-tall!
    Aches an fever's, an poor noses rubbed raw from way to much a blowin, an chappy lips from breathin though yer mouth!
    Ugghh!!
    I hate it when the snuffles come ta our house, its always uninvited.

     I'm here ta tell ya, ain't none of that's the worst parts!

    The worst parts is, ya can't go out. An ya just know that's when the best times is ta be had out there!
     While yer a layin at one end a the couch, an yer sister's at the tother, not tryin ta kick each other when Momma ain't even lookin!

     Then ya take ta coughin, an yer chest hurt's just ta breath. That's when ya gets the 'treatment', an 'the croup tent', built round ya where ya lay.
    At first it ain't so bad when ya get slathered with the 'Vick's', yer neck gets rubbed an a warm sock wrapped around then safty pinned inta place. Next is yer back an chest, then ya stick yer flannel to it so's it don't move an wrinkle up. I hate it when the bottoms a yer feet gets slimmed an yer sock's stick like they been pasted on!
    A chairs brung close, a sheet draped over ever thang. Then Momma brings a hot pad an sets it on that chair. She lugs in a boilin pot o water an sets it there on top.
   While wipin her hands on her apron she warns ya, real firm like,
"Now, don't you touch that! The water's hot enough to scald you good, so don't you touch that pot!"  From the depths of her bulgin apron pocket, she produces that tub o 'Vick's', then scoops a couple big ol spoonfull's an drop's it in ta melt.
    "Now take nice big breath's and it will help clear out your breathing. It will also help to quiet your cough's and help you get some sleep."

    Sure enough, a couple good deep breath's have you almost chewin on the smell! Then purty soon, yer head's a lollin back, yer eye's is closed an you can breath.
    Yer Momma's pretty smart.
    When ya wake up, ya feel mostly better. The kickin each other starts an the sock around yer neck is itchin an rolled up.
    "Momma?! We're feelin better can we get up now?"
    "Not yet." Then she clears away the hospital wing that was created in the living room. "Just take it easy for a while, so you don't irritate your cough's."
    She brings colorin book's an homework, picture book's an sewing card's...so ya sit there, an ya sit there, then all the sudden, a string a coughs busts out yer mouth.
    Momma comes ta check ya, an the whole mess starts a fresh!
    Yep.
    I hate it when the snuffles come to our house, its always uninvited.

    May the snuffles miss ya and the good Lord Bless Ya!

 (c)

The Homemade Gift

Decaf instant Folger's,

Muslin,

a little bit of thread,

Crayola crayon's,

hot glue,

a saw,

some do-dad's,

and a touch of watered down white paint.

And Viola!

***

Most of our Christmas decoration's are home made.

Not all made at our home,

but homemade none the less.

A few years back,

I was on an embroidery kick again

and made a bunch o stuff

starting with this Nativity I fell in like with...

I don't remember when it was that I gained my appreciation for homemade things. Must have been from the time I was a little one.

Momma made most everything, and what she didn't Daddy and Grampa did. The Aunt's all did the same. 

A few store bought things would show up now and then, but it wasn't a regular thing, and it really wasn't the big treat that you might think.

The homemade gift holds a lot more than you at first may see when you look at it.

Sure it's purty, an might be useful, might be decorative, an frilly.

But do you see the time that was put into it? Do you see the laughter and fun that might have gone along with the makin? Do you see the love that's oozing from it?

Do you know how much you were thought about while it was being made?

So here's how a homemade gift goes;

First you think of the person you are going to give 'the gift' to. What it's for. Is it Birthday, Christmas, Thank you...or what-have-you.

Next, is one of the hardest parts; What to make.

Once you have that figured out, the battle is half won.

Then you set to work gathering the things you will need to make it. Thinking of the person's favorite color, how the person might use it, where the person might use it, and for how long...and ton's of other stuff.

Now comes the time part. Some things are made that take a lot of time, some times it's hours, or day's, could be month's...and in some cases year's, to finish. And the beauty of that is the fact that you are thinking of the person all the time you are making it!

Once you get your gift finished, you think of the person while you are wrapping it up, boxing it, putting it in a fancy gift bag and filling the top with three sheet's to much of tissue paper just for good measure...you got it...you are thinking about the person.

Then you give the gift, and hope that all the time and love you focused on the person while making the gift, is somehow able to wrap around the person and that every time they look at it they will think of you, and that you loved them enough to make something for them.

But it goes a little farther than that.

How? You might ask.

Well I'll tell you.

You also spend time thinking about the person who made the pattern that you are using. If it wasn't a pattern that you made. And the time they put into making it so that you could understand the how-to's of it all.

Homemade gifts are a circle of love...

Be it from a garden, a sewing room, a 'shop' in the back. From knitting needles to crochet hook's, or tin and some wood. Might be from leather, or 'something whipped up'. Maybe it's quilted or tied, pom-pomed, stitched, painted, or even starts with a key...With no one in  mind more than you!

May God Bless

The Stockings

The story of our Christmas stockings, as I know it...

Most people have Christmas stockings that are red, or green, or red and green. Ours are turquoise, or Peacock blue.

Mom made them a really long time ago.

I asked here once, "Where did you get the idea for the Christmas stockings Mom?"

"From an old 'Woman's Day' or some such magazine, a long time ago. I saw a picture and changed it to be how I wanted them." she said.

"Really? What did you change?"

She thought a second or two then said, "Well the color. I didn't really like red. And the shape of the stocking, and I used Christmas card pictures cut from white felt. Sewed it on and thought, it should look a little bit 'sparkly' some how, so I added sequins and beads."

Every year they hung on the banister, between some big poinsettia spray's she had made, starting at the top and running to the bottom, from oldest to youngest. But Mom and Dad never had one.

Every year we would find an orange in the toe, and peanuts filling the rest.

Then I grew up and was the Mom. Honey didn't really have the same stocking every year, so I thought I could pass on a newish family tradition with them.  I talked to one of my Sister's and she gave me a pattern she had used for her husbands stocking...it was a reindeer... I used it on Honey's, I cut and embroidered and sewed on lots of beads and sequins... 

I made stockings for all three of our kids, and as they grew and had children, I have made stockings for them...no two are the same and I have gotten a little braver over the years and added tassel's and a braided Camel tail to one, and a yarn main to the last one I did...saving up for the purchase of pinking shears was a must, for the edges.

A rick rack hanger has been added over time.

I still use the same old ratty piece of brown paper bag that I made the pattern from my stocking onto, and keep all the fixin's  in a shoe box sized plastic tub, with a few pieces of paper with poorly sketched pictures next to the names of who I have made them for, and have added a few ideas for others.

I love our turquoise Christmas stockings...and I smile every time I see them. I'm glad my Mom changed them to fit her personality, and I'm glad it has been a sort of tradition I can pass on to my family...

As you hang your stockings this year, I hope its with care and memories too.

(c)

May God Bless



Darn Those Sock's N Keep Yer Feet Warm...

 

My Sister knits sock's.

She taught me to knit sock's too.

I knit two pair.

The first pair was black and white striped.

One fit Honey, the other fit me.

My tension needed work.

My second pair was grey wool.

They turned out awesome!

They fit right and everything.

Honey used them for slipper's

because they make his feet pretty warm.

That's what home made sock's do I think.

My Sister gave me two pair of sock's.

I like them a lot.

I have worn them a lot.

And for a lot of years.

The thing about home made sock's is,

 that they don't wear out easy.

Plus they can be some pretty funky color's too.

That makes this eccentric gal happy.

The bad news is this...

Sometimes these sock's have a blow out...

Then it is time to darn them.

For many reason's.

Not the least of which is the time it took to make them,

the cost of the yarn.

(home made sock's ain't cheep I'm here ta tell ya).

and so I gather up my darn goodies and goes to work.

First I call my Sister,

it's nice to darn with company,

or alone, it's relaxing.

I don't have a darning 'mushroom' or 'egg',

so I use a burned out big light bulb.

Then I get my extra yarn,

darning needle and go to work.

first you go one way,

all the way across.

Then you go the opposite way,

creating a sort of a tight weave.

Here is an old darn and a new darn.

And darned if they don't look pretty darn good to me.

After they get washed they look like this...

 Then they're good for another few years!!!

I found some really good tutorial's on YouTube that were really helpful too.

Well there ya go. Hope yer feet stay warm and dry,

and May God Bless!

What's Your Favorite Christmas Song?

Hey there!
Glad you stopped by for a listen...
I found some of my favorite Christmas songs on YouTube the other night and wanted to share.

Just click on the title and it will play for you .
That is, if I did it right.

I love this version of "Mary Did You Know?"  By Kenny Rogers and Wynonna Judd.

 Burl Ives should alway's sing me something too... From the Christmas cartoon's. "Holly Jolly Christmas"

Christmas just plain doesn't feel like Christmas without Johnny Mathis' singing a tune or more, this one is awesome  "Winter Wonderland"

My daughter started liking this one when she was in band in Jr. High school and I think its a keeper. Plus I really like Celtic Women music... "Carol O f The Bell's"

Honey sings this one to me every year and it makes us laugh..."Snowflake"

                                                                                                       


My all time favorite, hands down, is "Away In A Manger"  .  I like it any time of year!  As kids, my sister and I would sing these songs to each other "Silent Night" It was our Christmas gift to each other all through the month and three times on Christmas Eve...

Happy Holiday's and Merry Christmas, May God Bless!

The New Bird...

What bird is this that came to sit,
on the pointy part on the back garage tin roof?

Looking out the window to check on the progress of the snow accumulation, I noticed "something weird" out there.

Being nearly blind as a bat myself, after smashing my nose against the window to try to see it, I grabbed the camera.

Zoom!

The snow was falling pretty heavy and steady, it looked like it was burrowing in.

But what the heck was it?!

Snap.

Snap...snappidy...snap...snap.

"Honey? What is this?" Not thinking as I interuped the Packers game to ask.
"Look's like a squril." (next picture) "A phesant? Move!" he shoved me out of the way to see the play I mistakenly blocked from view.
"Let me look at that." Looking fast and handing it back, "I have no idea. Maybe it's that 'New Bird' from the Christmas song...(chuckle, chuckle).

Do you know what it is?

My guess is Falcon?
Eyass Tiercel Barbary Falcon...
Or is it a hawk?
Adult Male American Kesteral falcon
Hummm...I think it's this

Christmas Boxes

I opened some box's today and found love inside.

Oh sure, if anyone other than me had opened them, they would probably only see lots n lots of ordinary looking, 'stuff'.

As I lift the lids to those boxes every year I am flooded with wonderful memories, as well as some sad ones. 

And ya know, I just can't help looking for some things that just don't seem to be there any more. Sometimes I'm surprised to find that some things that have been missing are mysteriously slipping back in throughout the year...

This year I found my bestest neighbor's there in the memories.

Oh the fun I had making gifts for them every year!

The fun we had receiving gifts from them every year!

The biggest surprise was the year they gave us a couple sets of outdoor lights. Trying to be sneaking as they wrapped the basketball post and across the front of the house, trying so hard not to get caught by anyone. So they waited until we had left for a while. Never knowing that the Cocker Spaniel we lovingly called "The Boog" was on the back of the couch watching the whole thing. Then she jumped down and ran to the top of the stairs to watch them out the front door, and I understand it had them all a little jumpy and giggly at one point.

The fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife when we returned home, the visibility was something like an inch, causing us to count driveway's going down the street to find our house.

We drove past it twice, because we thought we had miss counted and got one of their houses, because it had lights...finally we chanced it and found our surprise!

The bitter sweet memory of the year was when I opened a box that had been closed up real tight for about 6 years...when I opened it my childhood drifted out with the smell of my Momma.

I freely admit to sitting down, burring my nose in it's contents, breathing as deeply as humanly possible, knowing that it would not bring her back, and knowing that I couldn't collect the scent that had escaped and tuck it lovingly back inside, to be opened on other day's...It was so good to have her memory helping me decorate.

I made eggnog from my Grampa's recipe, plugged in Johnny Mathis' 'Sleigh Ride', remembered Aunt Leona's Christmas Eve party's, and had a simply wonderful trip down memory lane, while preparing to help make new memories to add to them all...

I hope you find lots of love in your Christmas Boxes too.

May God Bless

(c)



Thankgiving Memories

Wishing you the warmth of a

Good old fashioned

Norman Rockwell Holiday

     As we drive threw the canyon and over the pass, down threw the bottoms and into the town, taking a back street to Gramma's house. My mind fills with the first time I attended one of Honey's Mom's Thanksgiving Dinner's.

     I had never seen so much food in one spot!!!

     She used a full sized plastic garbage can, they kept in the basement with the sole purpose of it's existence being, to make stuffing.

     She had three of the biggest turkey's I had ever seen.

     Raising a turkey yourself you get some pretty darn big birds,

and these were the size that, each, required taking out all the racks in the oven, lowering the remaining one to the lowest level, then trying to fit that well rounded bird into that tiny square opening of the oven. And quite possibly four strong men to accomplish the task.

     I am amazed to this day that it was accomplished.

     Two ham's and roast beef. A mountain of potatoes had been peeled and mashed. Milk pitchers full of turkey or beef gravy. Not to mention, enough homemade rolls to fill a good sized granary.

     Tables covered in matching white table cloth's, full settings as close together as possible, stretching the length of three room's in their old Victorian home.

     Then the family's started arriving close to noon, to help with last minute preparations. Each bearing more food as they came! Salads and goodies in staggering quantities.

     Not a seat was left empty.

     Honey's Dad was at one end of the table, while Grampa P. occupied the other. Every one was dressed nicer than ordinary day's. That is, except Gramma and Grampa. They were in their Sunday best.

     All activity stopped as Grampa stood, adjusting his tie as we quieted. Then each of us closing our eye's and bowing our heads, listening closely as he blessed the food, the people that had gathered, as well as those who weren't able to be there, and for those who had preserved, and make our freedom's possible.

     As he sat down and picked up his fork signaling the feed was on.

Talking and laughing, reminiscing and planning...

     After the efficient clean up was completed, out came the Tripoly board. People scattered to retrieved the jars of pennies they had collected over the year and hefted them back to the tables...

     Gramma rolling up her sleeve's and threatening to clean us all out.

     This year, I'm planning to have that once a year piece of pumpkin pie smothered in whipped cream at the end of a scrumptious dinner.

After we clean up and settle in to complain of over eating, while letting our stomach's rest...only to head for "Just a bite of the salad" or "A sliver of the pie I didn't have room for before"...

     I hope to accomplish a little embroidery work I need to get finished. Then I have some pretty big plans to pick up my knitting needles and start a pair of sock's...

Then again.

I might just sit a minute and remember.

To look forward.

May God Bless. 

(c)