Wednesday Words and Christmas Memories


Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.

I put my Christmas decorations up this year it always gets me thinking about past Christmases. One of my favorite memories was actually kind of bittersweet but still a lovely memory.
The Christmas after my mother had died, my dad was bound and determined we would have a good holiday. He just didn’t realize he would have any helpers.
I was trying to get my youngest brother to go to bed. I had plans to spend Christmas Eve at my best friends house. Her mother invited me. Of course he didn’t want to go to sleep.  Suddenly there was a knock on the door. One of my brothers answered and suddenly I hear “Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas!”
The house we lived in had a long hall way and my brother ran down it, stopping short of the door, wide-eyed and almost speechless.  He whispered “Santa”.
Under the costume and beard, I could see a friend of my older brother. He had dressed as Santa and was traveling the neighborhood visiting all his friends who had siblings under the age of 10.  He was a hit.
After  whispering with Santa, my brother gave me no problem going to bed and I was off to my own Christmas Eve Celebrations.
Every year I remember this. My brothers are now old enough to have children of their own. Some of them even have grandchildren.  We have many Christmas memories to share but this is one of my favorites.
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Fathers Day memories


On fathers day, I’d like to share one of my favorite memories. It involves both my father and my father in law.

Dad was visiting us and we took he and his wife into my in-laws one night for dinner. I walked through the door and it was the usually Saturday at my in-laws. Any of the children, grandchildren and various assorted friends who were available. Nothing my mother in law likes better than a full house to feed.

Anyway, someone stopped me and asked me to speak with my father in law. He had phlebitis and had a flare up. He would not sit down and elevate his legs. In fact he was standing in the dining room talking with all his grandchildren. My father in law did things they way he wanted to do them. However, as much as he listened to anyone he would listen to me.

In the dining-room I found him standing surrounded by his grandchildren. The following conversation ensued

ME: What are you doing?

FIL  What does it look like? I’m talking with my grand children.

ME: (Pointing into the adjoining living room) You are supposed to be sitting in there with your feet elevated. Now get in there and put your feet up, NOW.

Suddenly there are gales of laughter coming from the doorway. It’s my father. He recognized the tone pf voice. It was one I had used at various times in my life on him and or my brothers. When he finished laughing he looked at my father in law and said, “She does it to you too?”

I then turned to my father and said, “Just for that, you can keep him company. And I awant you to stay there until dinner.”

Of course, the grand-kids thought this was hysterical, someone bossing their grand father around.

However I was not totally cruel. My father in law introduced me to the wonders of single malts and I knew where he kept his whiskeys. I got  the bottle and three glasses and took them into the room, laying it on the table between them. Why three glasses?

You think I wasn’t going to let them have all the fun?”

Unfortunately we lost both of them this past year, within six months of each other. So on this fathers day I imagine them up in heaven, that bottle between them. Drinking and telling stories. As my youngest brother said, “The same stories they’ve told for the past 40 years.

Michael and I will raise a toast to you both. “Happy Fathers Day!”

Happy Fathers day to all the fathers!

Christmas Memories


This is one of my favorite Christmas Memories, any names have been changed to protect me if one of my brothers should read this. 🙂

It is actually a bittersweet memory but one I treasure just the same.

It was the Christmas after my mom died, Dad and all of us older kids had done our best to make it a real special Christmas.

Some of my brothers were still little and all I had heard for weeks was Santa, Santa, Santa.
Christmas Eve came and I was getting ready to go to a party at my best friend’s house. Suddenly the doorbell rang and I heard “Ho-ho-ho is Charlie here?” I hurried downstairs to see my brothers’ reaction.

Santa stood in the doorway and one brother was talking to him. But it was the littlest one the rest of us watched. He came running down the hall, stop dead in his tracks, his eyes grew wide and he whisper SANTA. He ran over and hugged Santa, who sounded suspiciously like one of my older brother’s friends. Charlie whispered to Santa all he wanted for Christmas and when he was done, Santa whispered something to him, wished us all a Merry Christmas and was gone.

I went to my Christmas party and my brother went to bed that night without an argument.
We are all much older now, and while I have no children, all my brothers do. When I see the look of wonderment on a child’s face when they see Santa, I always think of that Christmas. When a young man gave a child a true gift and reminded the rest of us that Santa really is alive and well.

I want to wish you all a Happy Holiday, no matter which one it may be. I hope you all enjoy time with those who are so important to you as you make your own holiday memories.

Happy Halloween


You’d have to be living under a rock not to know that Halloween is tomorrow. The decorations and the candy have been in all the stores since Labor day. At least that is the earliest I can remember seeing them. So where did Tick or Treat start?

check out http://www.foodtimeline.org/halloween.html#trick   there is lots of info there about what occured and did not when it vomes to Halloween.I found it fascinating.

We all have our own favorites over the years.  Did you know that perrenial favorite, Candy Corn was introduced to the mass market in 1898 by the  Gorlitz confectionary company,the company that later made    Jelly Belly jelly beans. Did you know that nearly 9 Billion kernels are sold yearly! Talk about sugar rush.

I’m sure we all have our own favorites growing up.  I love chocolate but my favorite Halloween treat was when we went to neighborhood grocery store. This was not a 7-11 9r a Walgreen or anything like that. It was a grocery store run by neighbors who lived down the street from us.  The mother of the man who owned the store would make these amazing candy taffy apples and wrap them in wax paper. .  If you were a neighborhood kid and she knew you then you got one.   Now if this happened they would rush the tray to the hospital to be x-rayed before she would be allowed to pass them out.

What is your favorite HALLOWEEN candy?  Halloween memory?

 

 

Moving Memories


Most of you who know me know that I have quit my job to stay home and write full time. One of the reasons we were able to do this was we moved into an apartment that we could pay for on my husbands salary.

I have slowly been unpacking everything and actually am having fun. Especially today. What made today different?  A Pink Gun and Holster set.

There is a story about this, as there is with most things.  A story which I had not heard about until I was much older, and I am one of the main characters in this story.

When I was 2 years old I wanted a gun and holster set just like my brothers. My mother should have realized then I was not the frilly little girl she wanted but that’s another story.  I wanted the gun and holster set, it was the only thing I wanted for Christmas and I would have it. This would explain my life long love of cowboys. However, my mother was determined people would know she had a little girl. It was decided I would have a Pink gun and holster.

Now this was 1956 and there were not a whole lot of stores in Boston that sold pink gun and holster sets. In fact they searched everywhere and a few days before Christmas it was found, in a tiny store in a small town in the state of New Hampshire. 🙂

I did not remember this, but I do have a picture somewhere of me and my brother with our gun and holster sets on. It was not until I was engaged that my dad told the story to my then fiancée one Christmas.  But I never forgot it.  Flash forward twenty plus years later and we moved to Arizona. One weekend we drove down to Tombstone for the day.

There we were strolling through town having grown up on cowboy movies, Tombstone and Gunfight at the O.K.Corral being about my favorites, I was inhaling the whole experience.  We decided to step inside a store to cool down. This was June in Arizona and HOT. I began wandering around and suddenly I saw it. I yelled for my husband who came running over. I pointed to the shelf and there between several brown and black gun and holster sets was a bright pink one!  Shiny and lovely and waiting for me.

Of course I bought it and hung it up over my desk to remind me that even though my mother has not been with us for over 30 years she was right. I can get what I want. I should go for what I believe in.  It now has the same place of honor in my new home.

I turned 50 the year we moved to Arizona. My first book was published six months after that and I have had several others published since then. Including EZ Lovin’ the hero of this book is your typical Texas Cowboy. I know where every she is on the other side my mother is laughing and enjoying it all.