The "After Event" (or, I Should Have Known It Was coming)

It happened again this year, as it usually does after a really big, highly anticipated event.  Christmas was over and after saying an early Sunday morning goodbye to my youngest daugher and her family, Tom and I went back to bed and slept for hours.  I started the first of several loads of laundry and dishes (trying to be realistic about what leftovers we could actually consume in just a couple of days), and Tom went to work.  Monday was more of the same -- getting the house ready for Tom's daughter and family, who couldn't be with us on Christmas, to come on Tuesday evening.

It started Monday night.  It didn't help that I had consumed a lot of leftover sweet-and-sour meatballs and seven-layer dip instead of a reasonable person's after-Christmas meal plan.  I was sick, sick -- oh, so sick!  That's all that I will say (and maybe that's too much) but I was really, really sick.

I managed (with my sweet husband's help) to get back to bed and to sleep.  Thinking that I was just paying for my eating choices, I thought that I would get up Tuesday and continue getting ready for our company.  I tried -- I really did -- but I finally threw in the towel at about 3:00, explaining that I couldn't do it.  I encouraged Tom to continue with our plans without me.  I went to bed and threatened Tom with bodily injury if he invited anybody into our bedroom to "just say hello" or for any other reason.  (He actually introduced this possibility to me.  He backed down when I said, "Look at me!  Do you think I want anybody to see me like this???")

I'm up and about today (Wednesday) and feeling much better, but I have a rash all over my neck, arms, chest and back.  This tells me that it wasn't the food -- it is the "after-event" of something big in my life.  It happened last year in January -- a week or so after I retired.  All the rushing to get things in order at work, the receptions and farewell gatherings, plus Thanksgiving and Christmas -- all good things that I participated in with great enjoyment -- were also stressful.  So I paid later -- and got sick.  It's a pattern and you would think I would try to change it.  I had even commented to my daughter that I would probably get sick after Christmas.

The challenge is how I should change it.  I believe that (at 64), I need to build up my reserves.  Not to change Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or any of the events or holidays that we enjoy.  Instead, I should pay more attention to those days when an event isn't on the horizon.  Taking better care of myself everyday will help build my resistance to whatever is lurking in the background, waiting until I have exhausted myself with a really good time.

I'm starting that today -- now.  I'm going to take a nap.

Annie

 

Hooray -- I Got It Right! (A Christmas Gift Story)



My Sweet Dad and His Usual Christmas Gift -- A Book


Purchasing Christmas gifts for my dad has resulted in a tradition to which I look forward each year.  I usually purchase a couple of new books for him, and take great pleasure in researching the titles that would please him -- a natural and enjoyable thing for a librarian to do.  Dad also receives books from other family members for his birthday, Father's Day, and Christmas.  We all understand the pleasure he gets from reading and want to make sure he always has something good to read. 


This Christmas presented a special challenge to us.  Dad is experiencing age-related physical problems, all to be expected for an 89-year-old man.  This is the conversation I had with him a few weeks before the holiday:

Me:  "Dad, you mentioned that you were having trouble seeing the print in your books.  Would you like some large-print books for Christmas?"

Dad:  "No, I plan on getting new glasses and I don't want to start reading large-print."

Me:  "I guess books-on-tape wouldn't work either, until you get your hearing corrected."  (Dad has hearing aids, but still has some problems under certain circumstances)

Dad:  "No, I wouldn't be able to hear the books-on-tape."

Me:  "How about a DVD?  Have you watched the one we got you for your birthday?"  (The History Channel's "America".)

Dad:  "No, I don't know how to work the player.  Rick has to put it in for me."  (Rick is my brother)

Me:  "Um, okay." 

I might mention that my Dad is very frugal and has always kept items of clothing given to him until he needed them.  You could shop his closet like a department store.

I thought and thought and made a decision -- I was going to give him something that I knew without a doubt that he would use -- or should I say consume.  Caffeine Free Coke.  As a Diet Coke drinker, I wasn't aware that Caffeine Free Coke Classic is sometimes hard to find.  I learned this when Dad and I were together and tried to find a twelve-pack.  (Remember, Dad is frugal and we were looking for a good price as well.)  That day, we didn't find it.  Dad informed me that he was often frustrated looking for his favorite beverage.

The other consideration is that Dad is 89-years-old and the season of ice, snow and bitter cold has arrived in Oklahoma.  It would be good if he had a good supply of his favorite drink handy.

My daughter and her family came from Alabama to be with us for Christmas.  I asked her to check for Caffeine Free Coke Classic anywhere that they stopped on the way.  She brought several 12-packs and we were able to find several here.

All of us went to visit Dad on Thursday and presented our gifts.  He received a plate of peanut butter fudge.  He also received one Caffeine Free Coke Classic in a gift bag.  I told him that there were 155 like it in the garage.

He laughed and said that he was happy to receive them.  He was also happy with the peanut butter fudge and offered some to his three great-granddaughters, who politely refused.  (My daughter and I had instructed them to do so, since there was a supply for us waiting at home.)

It made me feel good to know he was happy with his gift.  I look forward, of course, to shopping for books for him again.  I'm still a librarian, after all.

Christmas Joys #19 - Christmas Eve and Family is Gathering



Little tree is lonely, no presents are there



The family is gathering, no longer so bare



They're patiently waiting, each child and each mouse

For Christmas to fill every room in our house!


Merry Christmas to You and Your Loved Ones!



 



Christmas Joys #18 - A Nontraditional Bonnie Glen Cove Christmas

I wrote this Christmas story more than 25 years ago.  I hope you enjoy it.

A Nontraditional Bonnie Glen Cove Christmas

     The Clovers moved in next door the day the Bonnie Glen Cove Improvement Committee was meeting at our house.  My mom had been in her usual tizzy, greeting the neighbors and taking their coats, and we hadn't noticed the moving van until Tiffany Underwood arrived.

     "Have you seen the van next door?"  Tiffany shed her mink with the same carelessness as my brother Joey when he drops his school books and parka on his way for an after-school snack.  "I saw a Louis XIV chair go in the front door."

     The ladies gathered at the living room window to get a better view.  "Jacobean!" Carolyn Carruthers crooned, as the movers carried a dark, ornate, dining table.

     Next came a glass and chrome dining table.  "Eclectic!" said Jane Zorba.  "I'm so glad they're cosmopolitan enough to mix styles!"

     The movers were now struggling with a cumbersome piece of furniture, its girth almost too wide to come out the back of the moving van.  The ladies strained to see; Mrs. Underwood even put on her glasses, something I had only seen her do on one other occasion, when she was inspecting my mom's new wallpaper.

     "Oh, no!"

     "You've got to be kidding."

     "Nouveau riche comes to the suburbs!"

     I pushed my way to the window to get a look.  Two of the movers were almost to the front door, carrying a heart-shaped mattress the size of a small gymnasium.  Another mover followed with the headboard, a confusion of brass cupids, hearts, and flowers.  After a brief struggle to get the mattress through the front door, the movers decided that it would be amusing to set up the bed on the front lawn, after which another covered it with a velvet spread of bubble-gum pink.  The effect was not unlike the valentine Greg Hopkins sent me last year, the one my dad said had a little bit of everything, except some blinking neon lights.

     The ladies had a hard time getting down to business after that.  The subject of the meeting was to be how to decorate for Christmas, as it always was the week after Thanksgiving.  I felt the meeting was really unnecessary.  It was always the consensus that exterior decorations should be understated -- a little greenery, and perhaps some red velvet bows on the driveway gas lights or mailboxes.  Certainly nothing that would mar the image of Bonnie Glen Cove as the Middleburg, Ohio gentry.

     "Do you think we should advise the new neighbors as to our decorating policy?"  Carolyn Carruthers asked.

     "We certainly should," Tiffany Underwood was emphatic.  "The cove has an image to maintain.  I'm sure these people would be grateful for being included in our plans.  Now, Carol, isn't it time for some of your homemade chocolate cake?"  Tiffany's tone made the word "homemade" sound like a synonym for "tainted".  The ladies ate every bite of it, as they always did.

     My mom loves the Christmas season and her efforts, though haphazard, always get my dad, Joey, and me excited and full of the spirit of the season.  As usual, we kept our outdoor decorations sedate, but pulled out all the stops inside.  Our tree held every ornament Joey and I had ever bought or made, even including a piece of a tin can lid that Joey thought would make a pretty ornament when he was three years old.  We hung tinsel everywhere and put out the Santa Claus doorknob and toilet paper covers that Grandma Story had made before she died.  The house was certainly colorful.  We probably would have even decorated the station wagon, but Mom commented that the neighbors already disapproved because we didn't own a gray Mercedes.  We didn't need to flaunt our poverty and lack of taste.

     During all the Christmas flurry, the committee members must have forgotten to notify the Clovers of the decoration policy.  I don't know, maybe Mom was embarrassed to mention it; I know she had visited with Mrs. Clover and had even taken over some of her chocolate fudge brownies.  "She looks like Dolly Parton," Mom had said.  "Same curly blond hair, same friendly smile."

     "Same build?"  my dad had asked, whereupon my mom had given him a gentle punch in the belly.

     "I think she's beautiful," Joey said.  "She looks like an angel.  She said that she wished she had a little boy just like me and that maybe someday she and Mr. Clover would get lucky and have one.  And she gave me cookies!"

     Joey thinks that anyone who gives him cookies is beautiful, but I think that he made a good point.  Anybody who would want a little boy like him would have to be an angel, or a bit insane.

     Anyway, the last day of school before Christmas vacation, Joey ran into the house babbling about the beautiful decorations next door.  We followed him outside and were greeted by every symbol of the Christmas season known to man.  A huge Santa and sleigh trotted across the Clovers' roof, led by a Rudolph with a red lightbulb for a nose; a life-sized nativity scene graced one side of the front lawn, a Santa's workshop scene was on the other, and three gigantic camels seemed to be trekking between the two.  Frosty the Snowman stood sentry duty at the mailbox, the front door was a giant foil-wrapped Christmas gift and every window held a wreath.  Colored lights were everywhere -- outlining the house, the trees, the mailbox, the driveway, even the fire hydrant.

     "Isn't it something?"  Joey asked.

     "It's something, all right."  Mom looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  She hesitated.  "It's certainly well lighted, isn't it?"  My mom tries to be kind to everyone.  You can tell when she's trying extra hard, because sometimes it takes her a couple of seconds to think of something nice to say.


     It must have been hard for her the next few days.  All the neighbors seemed to have something to say about the Clovers; none of it was kind and none of it was to their faces.  Everytime the phone rang, it was for Mom, and I could tell from her expression that it was another tirade from Tiffany Underwood, Carolyn Carruthers, or Jane Zorba.  I never heard Mom say anthing but, "Well, it is colorful," or "They really have the Christmas spirit," or "Joey really loves the lights."  The cove had more traffic that week than it had had during the ten years it had been in existence.  Carloads of people would drive by, the children ooing and aahing over the lights and Christmas scenes.

     Another Christmas tradition on Bonnie Glen Cove was that Christmas Eve was a family time.  The week prior to Christmas was a round of luncheons and parties and Mom told me that the Clovers weren't invited to any of them.  By dusk on Christmas Eve, everyone on the cove was at home, enjoying a quiet family Christmas.  So we were surprised when the doorbell rang at 7:00, and even more surprised at the old man who had rung it.  He certainly wasn't Santa Claus, even though he had a white beard.  His clothes looked slept-in and he had an odor something like old sneakers might smell if you filled them with cheap wine.

     "Could you tell me where 1716 Bonnie Glen Cove is?"  The old man seemed ill at ease, and I wondered if he might be a long-lost relative of the Clovers, showing up unannounced for a Christmas handout.

     "It's next door."  Mom gestured toward the Clovers' house.

     "Thank you, Ma'm."  The old man started across the lawn and we noticed about a dozen cars parked in the Clovers' drive and in front of the house.  Several looked like the junkers the boys work on in shop at school.

     The phone rang and I could tell from Mom's end of the conversation that Mrs. Underwood across the street was complaining about the party at the Clovers'.

     "Yes, Tiffany, it is nice to spend Christmas Eve with the family, but . . ."

     "No, Tiffany, I didn't say anything to Mrs. Clover and . . ."

     "Well, I really think it's too late to do anything about it now . . ."

     Once again, the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.  The lady on the porch was so thin that she reminded me of the pictures of anorexia sufferers we had seen in health class.  Two children were holding onto her coat.  At least I think they were two children; all I could see were two pairs of round eyes peeping around the lady's legs.

     "Could you tell me where 1716 Bonnie Glen Cove is?"  My face must have shown the question I felt like asking; she held out an index card, and printed on it in large capital letters were the words:  "There is Room."  I took it from her and read the rest of what was written:

        There are still those who are looking for a place

Come join those who wish to share theirs

If you have no gifts to bring, bring your love and good cheer.

1716 Bonnie Glen Cove

     Mom and Dad had joined us at the front door and I gave Mom the card.  She read it aloud and then said, "You'll find 1716 Bonnie Glen Cove next door."

     As the lady left, Mom turned to Dad and said, "I think it's time we broke Bonnie Glen Cove tradition."

     Dad nodded and said, "Get your coats, Jeanie and Joey.  We going to a party."

     As we traipsed across our lawn towards the Clovers', laiden down with the refreshments prepared for our family Christmas, Joey pointed to the sky above.  "Ya know what," he said with a grin.  "I'll bet their house has 50 million lights.  I'll bet, on a clear night like tonight, you can even see their house for miles and miles and miles."

     And you know what?  On that night, I'll bet Joey was right!





Christmas Joys #17 - How About a Little Holiday Reading?

The time is getting short and there is so much to do!  My family understands that I include reading in my daily routine, no matter how busy we get.  (They just shrug their shoulders when I leave dirty dishes on the table to escape for 10 reading minutes.)  I love these three books of "holiday stories from the south's best writers": Christmas in the South, A Dixie Christmas, and A Very Southern Christmas.  Short stories don't take much time to read, and I enjoy these year after year.  I will continue reading these books into January -- just 10 minutes at a time!  The pretty little church scene was a Christmas gift (part of a fresh flower arrangement) several years ago.  I love to display it under this cloche.

 I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #16 - Some Treasured Decorations from My Childhood

This little Santa and the two ornaments came home with me one day; they used to be part of the Christmas decorations that my mother loved to display when I was a child in the 50's.  I miss her especially at Christmastime; she found great joy in decorating and buying gifts for her five children.  Now, of course, I know how much work it took to make a beautiful Christmas look effortless.  I like to display these ornaments with Mary Engelbreit magazines (no longer in publication) because they so often remind me of those earlier Christmases.

The two Santa mugs were also from our childhood Christmases.  I like to display them with this version of Twas the Night Before Christmas with illustrations by Jessie Willcox Smith.  While the cover has a 50's feel to it, Miss Smith was famous for painting children for magazines such as Harper's and Ladies Home Journal, and especially covers of Good Housekeeping until 1933.  She died in 1935, but her work has remains popular even today.

 I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #16 - Our Living Room Mantel (or is it Mantle?)

My daughter gave me these two Santas when I first began my collection and they have appeared in various places in our home during the Christmas season.  The past few years, that place has been on the mantel and I have added bronze, gold and maroon ornaments that coordinate with the Santas.  I am happy to learn that these colors are fashionable now -- I am very seldom on the fashion curve!

 I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

p.s.  Since I posted this, I have seen two spellings for the word "mantel/mantle".  I haven't been able to figure out which is preferred. 

Christmas Joys #15 - Merry Christmas from Coco and Malone!

Mr. Malone was very excited about a Christmas visit from Miss Coco (named after the elegant designer, Chanel).  Malone had a special bath and grooming session and Coco came in her seasonal coat and hat.  Unlike celebrity columnist Hedda Hopper, Coco doesn't care that much for hats and lost hers during the first few minutes of running through the house with Malone.  Except for a minor disagreement about a treat, the evening went swimmingly, and Miss Hopper would certainly have wanted to include this soiree in her newspaper column.

 I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #14 - Blended Families, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," and Christmas Lights

Christmas memories often come in the form of traditions such as "Our family always attended Christmas services on Christmas Eve" or "My mother and I baked and iced cookies the week before" which are usually based and recounted in a childhood setting.

We realize, of course, that not all Christmas memories are good ones, and (paraphrasing what I recently read in the wonderful novel The Widower's Tale by Julia Glass) at every family event, at least one or two dramas are going on in the background and family alliances form and reform like clouds in the sky.

Those of us who have "blended" families know how difficult it can be to forge new holiday traditions. Our family, in the 1980's, wasn't exactly the Brady Bunch  Our six children included four teenagers/young adults and two little girls who had seen their parents separate and divorce.  We were dealing with disappointments, broken dreams, and failed expectations and were struggling to create a semblance of harmony and hope during the holiday season.  But we were "feeling our way", because we didn't have any standard or set of instructions, except our own memories of our childhood family or a recently broken one, neither of which still existed.

What helped break the ice for us was a song, but it wasn't a Christmas Carol or even a popular holiday "sing-along" tune.  It was "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."

We decided to load all of the kids into the oversized gas-guzzling van we owned and drive to Sky Island in Oklahoma City to see the Christmas lights.  Sky Island was a neighborhood that attracted visitors from all over Central Oklahoma to their beautifully decorated light displays.  It was a "destination" for families and I remember that it was certainly something to see, but as they say," the trip was more important than the destination".

We sang on the way.  We sang with the radio.  We sang without the radio.  For some reason, we sang "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."  As you may remember, there are high voices and there are low voices; there is chanting and howling and yodelling in the popular recording, and although our rendition wasn't technically perfect, it provided an outlet for six children (and two adults) during the holiday drive, a time for silliness and fun.  And for that few moments, for the first time, we were a family.

We were (and  25 years later, continue to be) a family.  We're not perfect (but what family is?) and our Christmas memories are a mix of good and not-so-good, serious and funny, picture-perfect and downright embarrassing, attentive and attention-seeking, giving and "give-me" moments, that make Christmas (and our lives) human and not Hollywood (or Hallmark) manufactured.   And for that I'm grateful.

I'm thankful, too, for my special Christmas memory of the Christmas lights and "The Lion Sleeps Tonight".  My special wish for all "blended families" during this holiday season -- enjoy each other and love each other and, if you have a drama, a disagreement, or just a lapse in the conversation, try singing a few bars of "In the jungle, the mighty jungle.. . "

Annie

Christmas Joys #13 - Retro Santa and Mrs. Claus

Santa and Mrs. Claus have a place of honor on top of the shelves in my office.  They belonged to Tom's Aunt Betty, who was like his second mom.  We put them next to the Mary Engelbreit mailbox so that they can keep up with all the Christmas letters Santa will receive.

I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #12 - Christmas Pop-Up Books



  


The Nativity in St. Peter's Square in Rome


I am a dedicated customer of our public library (especially since I'm a retired librarian), but there are certain books that I simply must own. Among my collection of Christmas titles are several pop-up books and the two I'm sharing today are among the most beautiful. They are both by Chuck Fischer; the first two photographs are from Christmas around the World and the second two are from Christmas in New York. I hope that you enjoy these photographs and have the opportunity someday to see the books in their entirety.

Christmas in Germany

Metropolitan Museum of Art's Angel Tree

Rockefeller Center



 

 


 














 




















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Christmas Joys #11 - Remembering Mr. Bingle




 During my early years in school, I looked forward to watching my favorite television program, The Howdy Doody Show, every afternoon when I got home.  I loved the members of the cast -- Buffalo Bob, Clarabelle, Chief Thunderthud, Mr. Bluster, Dilly Dally, Flub-a-Dub, Princess Summerfall Winterspring, and of course, Howdy Doody. 

Another program appeared during the month of December and was broadcast by a Memphis television station (which reached my hometown of Kennett, Missouri) and sponsored by Lowenstein's Department Store.  Although the Mr. Bingle show only lasted five minutes, I would never miss it, and his high-pitched voice was as familiar to me as the deep "ho, ho, ho" of Santa Claus.  Mr. Bingle's role in the program was to assist Santa, usually by getting him out of a jam (such as missing toys).

Mr. Bingle was actually a product of the New Orleans department store, Maison Blanche, first conceived there in 1948.  Most recently, he has been associated with Dillards Department Stores, although I have never seen him in any of our local stores.

Many children have received and adults have collected Mr. Bingle dolls and other memorabilia over the years, but for me, he remains a specific childhood memory, a little voice and "snowy" picture on a black and white television set, sharing Christmas magic with children throughout Memphis and the mid-south.

You can learn more about Mr. Bingle, his story, and his many fans and their memories by visiting the Mr. Bingle Fans website.

I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Photograph of Mr. Bingle was used with permission from Kerry Crawford, who writes the  I Love Memphis blog.

Christmas Joys #9 and #10 - Using Cloches for Holiday Decorating

I enjoy experimenting the use of cloches or other glass pieces to cover Christmas display items.  The two examples I'm showing feature two versions  The Night Before Christmas with items from my "little house" collection and from my Santa Claus collection.  You will find many more beautiful decorations using cloches by visiting Marty at A Stroll Through Life.  After you've looked at Marty's gorgeous display, scroll down and follow the links at the bottom of the page for many wonderful ideas.

I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #8 - A Sooner Christmas!

I must confess that I've always been a traditionalist when it comes to Christmas decorations.  I have never had a themed wreath or tree, although I have seen several that were beautiful, whimsical or just plain cute.  Now we are the proud owners of an OU Christmas wreath, a gift from Tom's daughter and son-in-law, and I think that it is adorable.  My kitchen is decorated mostly in red and white for the holidays, and it fits perfectly there.  This is one wreath that will be hung year after year, and will continue to have a place of honor on New Year's Day, when OU plays in the Fiesta Bowl.  (We are also looking forward to a return to the national championship one of these days!)

I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #7 - A Favorite Christmas Book

Christmas books are among my favorite collections and I have found many of the illustrations to be just the right decorating touch. for the holidays and other times of the year.  Jan Brett is a favorite children's book illustrator and her Christmas Treasury contains a beautiful presentation of "A Partridge in a Pear Tree", which complements my pear, pomegranate and hydrangea holiday arrangement.

I hope that you will continue to join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #6 - Our Tiny Kitchen Christmas Tree

This little tree came from Hobby Lobby and is wrapped in burlap.  The snow people can be made to glow with tea lights.  I love the Santa tray, a gift from my daughter, and the miniature Christmas books -- the smallest members of my holiday book collection.

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #5 - Some More Special Tree Ornaments

As you can tell, our Christmas tree has quite a "symphony" of decorations, but none are more important to me than those that were made by hand by my children.  The paper and beaded candy canes and the felt horse were added to our ornament collection about twenty-five years ago and share the stage with more "elegant" ornaments such as the dated 1981 Dove of Peace.  The little knitted jingle bell is one of several and is also beginning to show some age.
When we downsized our home, we also had to reduce the size of our tree, which makes it necessary to snuggle the ornaments more closely.

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #4 - A Holiday Memory from the Court Square

This 1950's photograph is from a Christmas party at James Kahn's Department Store in Kennett, Missouri.  Two of the ladies pictured here have been very precious to me during my life; on the far left is my Aunt Ann, who was like my grandmother, and in the middle (third from the right) is my stepmother, Jo Ann, who married my dad in 1985.

That both of them were employed by James Kahn's has special significance to me at Christmas, because it takes me back to my childhood when I bought gifts for friends and family.  That always meant a trip to the town square, where I did most of my shopping at Kahn's and Blakemore Drug Store, just a few steps away.  My Aunt Ann always took a few minutes to help and advise me on my purchases, and I would usually stop by the office to say hello to Jo Ann.  Later, when I was a teenager, I got a job at Kahn's wrapping gifts during the school Christmas break.  (I was one of dozens of girls, including Sheryl Crow, who were lucky enough to get a Christmas job at Kahns through the years.)

Both Ann and Jo Ann are gone now (Jo Ann left us November 7), but they will always be in my heart and in my Christmas memories.

James Kahn's closed its doors several years ago, but the building is enjoying a new life (or should I say, a renewed one).  The building first opened as an opera house, and is again "The Opera House", a venue for special events in town.  I understand that a small part of the department store was maintained when the remodeling was done. 

Gift-wrapper Sheryl Crow returned to Kennett to give a special benefit concert at the Opera House to an audience of 250 the day after Thanksgiving.  And tomorrow, December 5, the Opera House will open its doors from 1:00 until 3:00 to welcome in the holiday season and continue the tradition of Christmas on the court quare.

I know that Ann and Jo Ann would love that!

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #3 - Santa Claus is Coming to my Bathtub

Years ago, I started collecting "architectural miniatures", or as I call them, "little houses."  I have a variety, in several sizes, and once displayed many of them throughout the house during the holidays.  Now that we have downsized, I found myself searching for a place for just a few, and having found that there was no tabletop real estate left in the other rooms, settled on the shelf between the tub and shower in our master bath.  The separating glass is usually a bit foggy, which adds to the vignette.  These are from Dillards; I think that I have about 50 of them.

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Christmas Joys #2 - Decorating my Desk





The large beribboned Christmas ball is a product of a library workshop last year -- just the thing to decorate a small area with another vintage ornament and guilded words of the season.  Be sure and check with your library for special holiday events and workshops during December!

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie



Christmas Joys -- A Special Tree Ornament

I hope that you will join me throughout the month of December as I post about some special decorations, traditions, collections and memories that bring the joy of the season to our house. Perhaps you will want to respond with your own story or comment about what brings happiness to your heart at Christmas. I would love to hear from you and look forward to sharing a bit of Christmas! Annie

Our Christmas tree is decorated with a mix of handmade and purchased, elegant and folksy, whimsical and traditional ornaments.  What is constant is that each item on the tree has special meaning to our family and I take pleasure in recalling that meaning each year.  This little angel was crafted by my Aunt Lona Mae, who celebrated her 100th birthday on Halloween.  (Lona Mae is still quilting, crafting, sewing, knitting and crocheting for friends and family and to benefit those in need.)  The angel's body is made from a white silk flower.  Isn't she adorable?