Could grown ups make up their mind. When I’ve been trying to use my hands to pull things especially that thin stuff that crinkles and breaks into small pieces, they either grab it from me, say “uh uh”, “‘we are gentle with that”, and”let’s play with this rattle instead”. Seriously, did they...
Journaling reads:A time of wonder? I’m wondering what’s different than any other day? Nana is taking lots of pictures but she’s ALWAYS taking lots of pictures. There's an outside tree in the house upstairs and downstairs. At least they don’t have any white on them, that stuff is COLD. I’m too...
The 80’s were hard years for us as we were raising 4 kids on one income. Jessica was born on January 2, 1980 and Nathanael was born June 20, 1985 with Michael and Elisabeth coming in between. Our Christmases were sparse gift-wise, but the grandparents always gave them more than necessary...at...
Christmas 1984 and we’ve lived on Race Road in Western Hills for almost a year. Jessica and Michael watched excitedly as I put the Christmas tree up and added the ornaments.
I really loved this house, even though we were just renting. There was an extra room that Tim had for his study. The...
The Birthday of a King
By William Harold Neidlinger
In the little village of Bethlehem,
There lay a Child one day,
And the sky was bright with a holy light
O'er the place where Jesus lay.
Alleluia! O how the angels sang.
Alleluia! How it rang!
And the sky was bright with a holy light,
'Twas the...
We went to deliver Christmas presents to Dakota, Bella and Erin. During our visit Dakota brought out a Fedora he had. He gave it to Papaw to try on. WOW! I really like the looks of it on you! It needs to be a little bigger in size, but I like it! 1/7/25
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Walter de la Mare (1873-1956
Shut in from all the world without,
We sat the clean-winged hearth about,
Content to let the north-wind roar
In baffled rage at pane and door,
While the red logs before us beat
The frost-line back with tropic heat.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92)
Journaling reads:
Your majestic beauty
Brings such joy to our home
No prettier tree could be found
No matter how far we’d roam
The baubles and lights do twinkle
And some ornaments are quite old
You sparkle and shine so brightly
Your warmth banishes the cold
Adapted from, Ode to a Christmas Tree...
Oh! Christmas wreath upon the wall,
’Neath memory’s tender spell
A wondrous charm doth o’er thee fall,
And round thy beauty dwell.
— Anna de Brémont (1864-1922)
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