Merry Christmas

It’s time. After all the hurry and flurry of December, and its preparations for Christmas, it’s time for the quiet to set in.

Today’s sliver of a Moon triangulates with Jupiter and the star Spica in the south eastern sky while Venus brightens up the west this time of year. Nights are long and the small tree with white lights and gifts galore creates a Christmas card scene.

Now that the Winter Solstice has come and gone, the days will become markedly brighter as we reach the peak of 2016 and then slide into 2017. When we were in high school and talked about the year 2000 – there were times I thought “I will never live that long.” Yet, here we are. After the loss of my mother in October, I now assume the role of Grandmother in the highest degree. My lovely cousin, Sheila, who also lost her mother earlier this year sent me a card with this appropriate verse – “On the darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved and unworthy; I remember whose daughter I am and I straighten my crown.”

Now, it could be interpreted two ways. One – I am my mother’s daughter and I really want to make her proud of me and how she raised me … and this is good to remember. However, just now I was struck by a thought, methinks a divine nudging, to remember that I am also a daughter of the child born this day in Bethlehem. A child who grows to become Jesus, my father, and whose crown I will someday inherit and once again be reunited with my mom and Aunt Alice and Grandma Christina and Emma and we can bake and paint and laugh together forever.

In the meantime, here’s a small memory from Women Behind the Plow. Our latest book project at the Tri-County Tourism Alliance:

Mary Ann Lehr said, “There was always a Christmas program at church and it was the one night Mary Ann did not have to wear long stockings and a garter belt. “I could never get out of my garter belt,” she said. “In the wintertime, you had to wear long stockings, you know. I don’t think ski pants were in then, so I had to wear that garter belt which would go over your shoulders and then you would have all those garters dangling and you’d be always putting the wrong garter on the wrong leg …

“But on Christmas Eve I never had to wear long stockings. I had a lot of red velvet dresses that mom would make. I had an alpaca coat and that had red trim on the cuffs and red trim on the buttons down the front and I had a red velvet bonnet and a red velvet muff which I have to this day.”

The exhibit will be in Jamestown beginning January 12; so please support the arts, and the history, of this exhibit. And stay tuned, for the book – presales to begin early next year.

Merry Christmas and a Blessed 2017.


About spidersue

Working on books, working, gardening, baking, canning, knitting, crocheting, reading, walking, getting older, getting wiser, love my children, love love love my grandchildren.
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One Response to Merry Christmas

  1. Donna and Delbert Eszlinger says:

    We are, who we are, because of our parents, and how they raised us,, NOW we have to carry on the traditions of our own families, so they too can carry on with those once we are gone.. Its our Heritage.


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