Of Christmases Past

As I’d creep down the basement stairs, a lifetime ago, it seems, I would spy the neatly arranged boxes on the shelf.  And even in the middle of the hot summer, a shiver would run down my spine.  Because I knew what those boxes contained.  Christmas!

The old glass ornaments, the team of white plastic reindeer, the Santa and Christmas caroler candles, the Advent wreath…

And  though it seemed like Christmas would never come, I was comforted by the thought that any time I needed assurance that the calendar was slowly, but surely turning it’s pages toward December 25th, I’d look at those boxes.

Years later, when I was on my own, and did not have many decorations yet, my mom got some new Christmas ornaments, and gave me a box of some of the old ones she was replacing.  The colorful glass kind-Shiny Brites.  And it was like she’d given me a piece of my childhood.

I still have those ornaments, too.  The one pictured above holds a special place in my heart. I remember gazing wistfully at it as a little girl, and even though there is nothing extraordinary about it, I remember I loved it more than any other.  It still even has the original piece of thread attached for hanging on the tree.

This year I was lucky to find a vintage Nativity set from the 1950s, at Goodwill, for $3.99. 

It reminds me of one of my favorite Christmas poems-an English carol, actually.  The words were written in the 1920s by Robert Davis.

The Gift of the Animals

Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood
Jesus our brother, kind and good.

"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother up hill and down;
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town."
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown.

"I," said the cow, all white and red
"I gave Him my manger for a bed;
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head."
"I," said the cow, all white and red.

"I," said the sheep with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm;
He wore my coat on Christmas morn."
"I," said the sheep with curly horn.

"I," said the dove from the rafters high,
"Cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry;
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I."
"I," said the dove from the rafters high.

"I," said the camel, yellow and black,
"Over the desert, upon my back,
I brought Him a gift in the Wise Men's pack."
"I," said the camel, yellow and black.

Thus every beast by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift he gave Emmanuel,
The gift he gave Emmanuel.

And this year Willow has added her own verse.

“I” said Willow, warm and soft,

With my wagging tail sent a glass ornament aloft…

Did I mention how cute Willow is?  It’s hard to stay mad at her for very long!

Do you have a favorite ornament?

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Frosty

For almost a week now, it has been really cold and foggy here.  While it’s hard to be outside for more than a few minutes-unless I bundle myself up beyond recognition-the heavy coating of frost really is  gorgeous! 

 

An evergreen shrub looks like someone sprayed flocking on it.

There is so much frost on the sidewalks you can actually see footprints in it!

Trees look magical…

The wreath on my front door, and the frosty screen.

Not a good day to sit in the back garden, even if it does look like a winter wonderland.

 

There is however, one dear creature who doesn’t seem to mind the cold!  Poor Kona’s ball was frozen too!

This is a vintage planter I got a few weeks ago when I was out thrifting.  It cost just $3.50, and as I carried it around the store, several envious shoppers came up to me to admire it.  The funny thing is, I’d had a run of unsuccessful thrifting luck, and so I sent myself an email, wishing myself to find some great treasures.

Dear Valerie, Have fun at the thrift stores today!  I hope you find some great stuff!  Love, Valerie

I sent as a joke, but you know, it really worked! ;)

And lastly today, I want all of you to know how much I love that you visit me here at my blog.  Life can get a little hectic and stressful at times, and you are always welcome to come here and escape for awhile.

Besides, I think there might be a little something for you under the tree…

Have a great day!

Wild About Leopard!

When I was a young girl, my mom made me a jumper out of black and white fake pony skin.  I loved that jumper.  I was a very horse crazy kid, and in that jumper I felt like I was, well a horse.  The day that jumper no longer fit was a sad day, but leave it to my ingenious mom to sew a stuffed toy horse out of it.  (I named him Charlie horse, and I still have him!)

What I didn’t outgrow was my love of fake fur, but my favorite animal of choice these days is leopard.  I am seeing it everywhere and I couldn’t be happier because I love it.

I bought a yard of faux leopard a few weeks ago to make myself a fancy scarf, and had an idea to try creating bags with the remnants. 

This my first design-using a very tiny-but very cool barkcloth remnant from the 1950s.  The lining is an orange polka dot.  Polka dots are another favorite of mine.

And here is the second design-a great vintage floral barkcloth that I believe to be from the 1940s.  In addition to using some faux leopard at the top of the bag, I added little patches on the lower front corners-reminiscent of a vintage suitcase.

 

I have just a little bit of faux leopard left, enough for another couple bags, and I’m excited to see what I’ll come up with.

And then there is this piece of faux mink I found… 

Remembering Pearl Harbor

Today marks the 70th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the entrance of the United States into World War II.  While the numbers of casualties that day were staggering, and bear remembering, I decided to re-post something I wrote a year ago that portrays those casualties on a personal level.

Several times now, I have visited the National Cemetery of the Pacific, on Oahu.  I’ve walked among the headstones and read the names of some of those who died that December day, so long ago.  Who were they, I wonder?  And who did they leave behind?

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Every Year On Christmas

 
In dreams we’ll always be together
Beneath the moonlit sky
We mustn’t say goodbye
Each night I’ll push aside the mountains
I’ll drain the oceans dry
We mustn’t say goodbye
I promise you that when the postman rings
My heart will be inside
The envelope he brings
Oh, don’t you know the memories we gathered
Can never, never die
We mustn’t say goodbye

With a sigh, she sat down at last, in his chair, covered in the plaid that didn’t  go with anything else in their living room.  The chair, despite her protests, he’d insisted on getting.  She had nicknamed it “Sore Thumb.”  She was tired, but at the end of another day, this day, she was proud of herself.  She had survived another Christmas without him.

In her hands she held a letter.  She’d been very careful with it these past few years, and she reminded herself  not to cry over it and smudge the ink.  She read it, trying hard to make believe she was reading it for the first time.

December 1, 1941

Sweetheart,

…I scarcely can believe it!  Only two short weeks and you will be here, celebrating Christmas with me! It is hard to keep my mind on anything else. I am counting the days, my love…

Your sailor.

Despite her best intentions, her tears fell. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and found comfort in the softness of his chair, covered in the plaid that never would match anything  in their living room.  A sore thumb.  A constant reminder of him.  She was glad.

 

Song excerpt from “We Mustn’t Say Goodbye”  (Al Dubin/James V. Monaco)
From the film “Stage door Canteen” 1943

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Finding Perfect

 

When we moved back to the Pacific Northwest eleven years ago, we added a new tradition to our Christmas preparations.  Every year we get a permit to go out and cut our own tree from the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest.  Taking advantage of the good weather, we ventured out yesterday to find the perfect one.

The permits are only five dollars-a real bargain!  Two years ago when  extremely cold temperatures prevented us from going out, and we bought our tree locally, I was shocked at the prices!  Upwards of $80 for a six foot tree! Luckily, we waited so long to get ours, that trees were 50% off by then.

There are certain guidelines that people are asked to follow in choosing their trees, to maintain the health and beauty of the forest-to not cut trees along the highway or within 150 feet of a river, stream or active wetland, and to select a tree from a group of trees instead of ones that are growing individually.

We found a good place to start walking in search of our tree.  It was a beautiful day-cold, but sunny.  There was also not so much snow that walking was difficult.  I still lagged behind Amy and Stuart though.  I was so bundled up that I could only take about a six inch stride!

The word slow is not part of Kona’s vocabulary.  She has only two speeds.  Stop, and fast.  Willow, at fifteen, no longer can make the trip.  I bet she enjoyed the piece and quiet without Kona for a few hours though!

Trees cut in the wild tend to look more like  Charlie Brown Christmas trees.  Often more sparse than commercially grown trees, lopsidedness is a common feature.  Still, they are so beautiful.  Walking among the possible choices, in the forest cathedral  gives a new meaning to the word perfect. After a pleasant half hour or so search, we found the one.

Carrying it back to the car, we enjoyed a few more moments of the stillness and crispness of the woods.

This year I wore one of those “mad bomber” fake fur lined hats. They are warm-even if I felt like I was wearing a raccoon on my head.

Amy helped secure our perfect tree to the top of the car.

Several hours, lights, ornaments, and cups of eggnog later, our tree was the gorgeous centerpiece of our living room.  At a dash under 10 feet, it is the tallest tree we have ever had.  True to form-trees always look smaller in the wild!

And today, my sweet girl Amy, the centerpiece of my life, is sixteen! 

Chasing Snowflakes

Kona, last year.  Her very first snowfall.  She was pretty thrilled about it.  She ran circles around the yard, trying to catch snowflakes, and I’m sure she could have kept it up all day.

This is my favorite time of year-there is that excitement in the air that makes me feel like running laps too.  But my energy will be spent on shopping and baking, wrapping presents, writing Christmas cards, and decorating.  Lots to do, but I don’t mind.  I love it all!

As this most magical of seasons gets underway, I wish all of you the joy of chasing snowflakes.

Ice Skating

 

The year I was in the 10th grade was the year I learned to ice skate.  I remember going to the local ice rink with a friend of mine who aspired to be an Olympic figure skater.

First we would stop off at her house and she would let me borrow one of her little skating dresses.  She even gave me a pair of ice skates she no longer used.  As she’d gotten better at skating, she had gotten better skates.

For a couple hours, lost in that world of ice, I would practice staying upright, while my friend skated circles around me, spinning and doing the occasional double axel, or some other skating stunt. After several weeks, I was quite comfortable on the ice.  I never learned to do any tricks other than skating on one foot, but I still remember the exhilaration of skating around the rink as fast as I could go.

I had a tight little group of friends that same year, and all of us went to the rink every so often, as did the youth group from the church that I belonged to.  The worst accident I can remember is that a boy fell down and some other kid skated over his finger. Mostly I remember how the ice rink was one of  my favorite places to be-the brisk coldness of the ice, the rock music blaring over the loudspeakers, the laughter shared with my friends.

My family moved at the end of my 10th grade year-from Arlington, Virginia to Puyallup, Washington-and I don’t remember ever ice skating again.  I kept my skates for a while and eventually gave them away.

From time to time, I miss those ice skating days, but now that I’m older, I certainly don’t miss all those spills I took on the ice.

I bought these skates last year, to use in my Christmas decorating.  Still, if I loosen the laces enough, and wear the right socks, they just about fit…

Did you ice skate as a kid?

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